The Tough Times

Why is it I always set myself up to expect more than I'll ever get? Would it have been so hard for her to say she loves me? No, all she says is don't think that. Why? You've never given me a reason to think otherwise. I'm so scared out of my mind and you have no idea. I'm going, going, gone. Do you even see? I'm like how I am, because I don't want to face the music. I don't want to fight the fight, just to do what I thought I would do from the beginning, LOSE. Everyone is there when you win, when you've achieved, but who's there for the underdog, the one who can't press pass the starting line? I have the oil, gas, and keys, I just need the engine. Why can't I talk without feeling like no one listens? Why can't I get a hug without asking for one? Why can't someone tell me they love me, not just as a reply or because I said it first but because they do? Can't you see it, the hurt? Don't you hear it, my silent cries? Can't you feel it, my pain? I'm suffocating in a world full of oxygen, but no one to help me learn how to breathe. I push, push, push just to be shoved, shoved, shoved. Am I not enough? Am I the coal in the rough full of diamonds? Am I the odd out of the even? Am I not loved, because I'm unlovable? Help me understand. Help me make it. Help me know that I am worth it.......

Or am I? ....................

I guess not.