Maybe...

Screaming and singing. Listen to the words carefully. They're saying, " I'm sorry, but were done." Typed and wrote. Look at the script closely. They're telling you: "I love you, but you're not worth it." Whisper and talk. Strain your ears to hear. Whats said is true- "No one wants you here." Maybe if you look closer... Maybe if you listened to the underlining meaning... Maybe if you actually paid attention... Maybe then you would see, I'm not the person you think to be. Maybe then you would hear, my words of cheer are calls of distress. Maybe my laughs would turn into cries. Maybe my singing would turn into screaming. Maybe then my writing would turn typed. Maybe then my talk would be whispered. Maybe you'll start to see that every time I wave goodbye, I'm afraid it'll be my last. Maybe you'll start to notice every time I hug you, it gets longer and tighter from the last. Maybe you'll figure out my tears of joy, are tears of pain. I might not hear your jokes again. Maybe you'll actually read what I wrote, and maybe your eyes would widen, and maybe you'll be able to tell... "What I say is true. Look at what I'm telling you. Look at what I'm trying to say!" Maybe when you read this you'll finally find out what I can't say. But that won't happen. Most likely, you'll turn your back... and walk away.