I think the worst part

is knowing there’s no possible way

that you miss me

as much as I miss you

This is what you wanted

what you asked for

and I’m the one that suffers through

That’s just the story of my life

No one ever gives a damn

about what I want

except me, and I don’t count

at least not to anyone else

I’m always the one that sacrifices

always the one that conpromizes

I’ve met in the middle so much

I just never leave it

I never have the power

have never held the upper hand

There always seems to be a rug

to pull out from underneath me

I always end up flat on my face

as everyone points and laughs around me

The moment I ask for anything

it’s too much for someone else

and they walk away

I’m stuck empty-handed

broken-hearted

and alone