People Like You

Used to wonder how you are. Now I know all I need to. Was afraid you'd be consumed with fire while I didn't cross your mind at all. Guess I was just work to you, you couldn't see the person. I was just another crazy falling apart in your hands on the couch. You'd put me back together telling me I'm unique, beautiful and unusual. The nerve I must have had to believe you. Your house was a haven and your face was peace. Once I'd given in, you learned the secret and it wasn't hard, wasn't hard to tell I loved you. Now I've got empty pockets and a suspicious heart but you can always smirk when you think back to the girl who thought you had a heart. You're not half the man she thought you were. Someone will read this and say Joy, this should be discussed put in its place, spoken face to face. Should I really have to say it hurt when from you I never got a visit, never got a call, never got *crap*, no, nothing at all when my mother stopped breathing? Hardest time of my life and everyone sold me for a song and were nowhere around. Now if I passed you on the street, you'd hardly notice and the former things would not be called to your mind, I will do what I'm good at and smile. This is just a cycle you clockwork through. I was just a patient on your long, long list. Well, doc, thanks but I'll cure myself. I'm worth much more than a song. I'm twenty, God **** two still have growing up to do without you, without people like you.