April 15, 2008
By Lauren Allison, Gilbert, AZ

M aybe just once I wanted you to acknowledge me

E ven for a second, just to swallow your pride,

A nd you sit there and build upon my shattered hopes

N o consideration for the hatred inside

I nstead you sit and preen your frail wings

N eglecting to give me the time of day

G od, how I wished you were just there for me

L onging for you as my passions you slay

E mptiness has darkened and clouded my skies

S o I sit here alone as my sanity dies

S ending stares into your meaningless eyes

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