Deep, Personal poem.. one of my bad days haha.

Is it selfish to ask for more..

To want some real parents…

That pay attention..

I know I can take care of myself..

I know I’m old enough..

Why can’t people just deal with it like I do

I know they care

But, I’ve dealt with it my whole life

I’m used to it

It doesn’t bother me

I know I don’t have to be

But I make the best of what I have

I don’t need to ask for more

It sounds selfish

So if I’m used to it..

Why are the tears falling

Why are they falling from my eyes

Why can’t I stop

I thought I was immune

I thought I was used to it

I don’t want to ask for more

Please, Please

I beg you to show me what to do

I beg you to show me what to do

I need you to show me

I need to know what to do

I want to make it go away

Make the tears go away

Make me smile again

I want to smile

I don’t want pain

I want happiness

Make the tears go away

Please, please

Make me happy

Show me, show me

I don’t know what to do

Please, please

Make the tears go away

Make me happy