I have been staring at you al day and still you don’t notice the tears in my eyes, still you don’t notice the pleading in face.
I have been staring at you all day with your rejection of every new thought and expectation I have.
You have no comprehension of anything going on inside me and still I feel closer to you than anything else. Still I feel you will understand eventually and everything will be okay - or at least manageable.
You get it, right? How I know without a doubt that everyone on the planet must be bored of me by now?
You get the fact that everything inside me has turned to lava and I am breathing fire?
You get the way my skin is crawling right off my body leaving me raw with nerves tingling and oh so sensitive?
You get it but won’t let me know for some reason which only you know and which I, stiffening into a statue face screaming silently.
I am sorry for not being who you expect me to be. I disappoint myself daily.
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