The Day

As the time dwells down my heart beats faster. My breath becomes shallow and my nerves skyrocket. Questions fill my thoughts. Will today be the day? The day I no longer have to change to please you. The day where I'm not wondering if you even care. The day I actually wish to see you and not dread it. Will today be that day?

You asked so much of me the last day. Saying your tired of long nights worrying, stomach aches and the headaches. Well, I'm tired of the nights screaming and crying for acceptance. But then I remember the day my say stopped getting its consideration. So I have my doubts for change. I have my doubts that day will ever come. If even a such day exists.

But here it came, time moving by like a speed train. As it finally arrives I can tell you're pleased with the change. Today isn't the day for acceptance. But still, I sit there talking of the random, nothing of importance. This is not what I wanted, I wanted this to be the day everything changes. Today isn't the day as the night grows on and I'm left out of the loop. You had the time but you still didn't want me. This day probably doesn't even exist.