I
I scream my hate to the world,
only it's to deaf ears.
I have a shoulder to cry on,
my own.
I carve my pain onto my body,
so that people will see it.
I smile when someone tells a joke,
but it's fake.
I tell people about my problems,
yet no one seems to listen.
I have emotions,
but they're unimportant.
Just like everyone else,
that can see what I see.
only it's to deaf ears.
I have a shoulder to cry on,
my own.
I carve my pain onto my body,
so that people will see it.
I smile when someone tells a joke,
but it's fake.
I tell people about my problems,
yet no one seems to listen.
I have emotions,
but they're unimportant.
Just like everyone else,
that can see what I see.