I write about that girl
Who’s always over looked.
The one who never fits
Into one single place.
I write about being used
But never once wanted.
About trying so hard
It all just breaks away.
I write about being forced to help
Or forced to watch your mother wither away.
About the inner conflict of loving
And wanting to punch in the face.
I write about wanting so much it hurts
But never uttering a word.
About shy hope
that’s just enough to have faith.
I write about all things
The barely get you through the day.
The makes everything okay.