Dreary

I'm sick of the pain.
You are so very vain.
I'm tired of waiting.
I'm tired of hating.
So whatever you choose will make me happy.
Even if it's not me.
I'll put on a show, to let you know...
That I'm okay.
For today anyway.
I could write forever on how I feel.
And how you were never real.
But my pencils gotten short
and my eyes teary.
So I'll just stop right here,
for now I'm dreary.