Why is this happening?
Why am I treated like this?
Am I just a person made to love,
And never get love in return?
I know you'll never like me,
I'll never be good enough,
But I keep on trying,
I keep up the hurt.
The love, the tears, the happiness, the guilt.
Are you just using me?
Why am I not enough?
YOU ARE READING
Poems...
PoetryJust the random poems that I've written over the past year or so, I apologize because they're kinda stupid but read away:)
