I feel unwanted from everyone else. Even you, supposedly the most important person in the world to me, can't help me. I pour all my emotions and problems to you and all you say is "Oh."
"Oh."
You tell me your tragic backstory. You tell me you can't laugh anymore. You tell me you don't smile. But I always prove you wrong and for your sake, I fake a smile like everything is okay.
Nothing is okay. People tell me they're my friends. They say they can help. They tell me they feel the same way. They tell me I'm not alone.
Yet I sit alone at lunch. I sit in my room at night and cry my eyes out to you. But you don't see me. You don't notice how often I beat myself up over mistakes you've made... and I sit there and ask myself... Am I wrong?
