This week has been too complicated.
Hearing "6742" down the halls ruined my self esteem.
Now I can't handle the pain; my shoulders are weighted.
And everyone ruined my chance, my one chance, at that dream.
Just one action is what got me,
And left me with this embarrassment.
No one has mercy, or hears my plea.
It’s as if my heart now has a dent.
But all that I think about
Is if he knows.
Does he believe me, or does he doubt?
My curiosity grows and grows.
I wish he would just talk.
He hasn’t said a word.
And now down that hallway, everyday, I walk.
But my heart, feelings, and vision are all blurred.
If you’re out there, please just listen.
I never wanted this to complicate matters.
Just tell me – how can your eyes still glisten
As each day, for me, gets sadder?
