Choosing me would be like
going to a flower shop
and picking the bouquet
almost wilted.
That's why I
wasn't surprised
when you didn't
choose me.
You have to make
everything a game, though.
Why are my emotions
so much fun to toy with?
Why is it fun
to make me smile,
make me believe you care,
and then disappear?
I act like I don't need you,
like I feel no emotion.
But you don't understand,
I feel everything times ten.
You just don't see it
because I can't show it.
Because when I show it,
you do what you do best.
You leave me in the flower shop,
to wilt until I finally die.
