Carnelian

Rain washes down my cheeks
Salty rain coming from my eyes...
Am I really this desperate...?
Desperate to be loved
To be appreciated
To be looked at by that one person like I'm the only one...?
Desperate enough to do anything asked..?
What would I do for some attention..?
Lie?
Cheat?
Scheme...?
Why would I...?
What does it matter anyway?
I've been claimed long, long ago
So what does it matter anymore if it's my choice or not?
Screw the world I guess
I'll listen to the music you listen to...
Talk the way you talk...
Not be me...
Be a carnelian...
This is me...