The anger I have, the anger you give me
Makes me week
I struggle to keep my cheap cardboard post up.
I try to hold you up,
Try to make you get use to me
But I fail.
Everyday I see you,
Thinking of you and wanting you to like me,
But you will never like thee,
I stand tall day by day trying to make you see,
I like you
I’ve tried once,
But my post gave way.
When I was shoved to the side like some old person.
I really did like you and still do
My post are barely holding my love for you,
But you wont put a brace on them
I will try to hold up,
Knowing that you don’t care
But I’ll still try.