Forget The World

16

I hate when you just look into my eyes after I'm finished speaking.
It's the dead silence that you don't fill even when I throw the conversation in your direction.
I can't bare for you to just stare at me when I tell you something or ask you a question.
Your gaze is cold and emotionless, and I don't know if it's because you don't like me or what I've said,
Were you even listening?
I hate the judgement that I find hidden in the creases of your face,
Maybe it's not for what I've said but it's always there for me –
It's a look you reserve solely for when you're looking at me.
I am a disappointment, but I am your disappointment.
I hate how you can't even nod along with my words,
You could at least pretend to be paying attention like everybody else – nod and smile a bit to make me believe you care.
I'm only human, so I suppose I just crave the validation.