Pushed Around

Forever am I alone
Never knowing what to do
Sometimes I just wish
I could do what I want to do
I'm sick of being the nice one
The one who "understands"
I'm really not the nice one
I'm really not the cool one
I'm really just the one
That cries at night
When no ones watching
The one who doesn't know
What to say
I'm really just the one
That's always pushed around
When I finally do speak up
No one actually hears me
They look at me
And I know
That no one really cares
What I do
Or what I say
Because I'm just the one
Who's always pushed around


Its been a really long time since I've written poems... and now i remember why. They're always depressing. *sigh*
This last weekend we went down to Castle Dale to spend time with Danny's boyfriend's family. It was good. Not all that much to report about it.