I think the worst part
is knowing there’s no possible way
that you miss me
as much as I miss you
This is what you wanted
what you asked for
and I’m the one that suffers through
That’s just the story of my life
No one ever gives a damn
about what I want
except me, and I don’t count
at least not to anyone else
I’m always the one that sacrifices
always the one that conpromizes
I’ve met in the middle so much
I just never leave it
I never have the power
have never held the upper hand
There always seems to be a rug
to pull out from underneath me
I always end up flat on my face
as everyone points and laughs around me
The moment I ask for anything
it’s too much for someone else
and they walk away
I’m stuck empty-handed
broken-hearted
and alone