A poem I wrote three or four years ago.
I can't stand being around you.
You think I shouldn't cry because it's a weakness.
You think I should be strong when I'm not.
I've been alone until I met you.
And made my life turn upside down.
The way you treat me.
Never respecing me for who I am.
Just always judging my personality.
The way I am.
I'm always telling you that no matter how hard you try, you can never change me.
But you still try.
Anger builds inside of me.
I don't know what to do.
I'm sick of how you treat me like this.
But I'm worried what will happen if I left you.
Two different choices.
But both of great casualties.
For if I stay or if I go.
This will until end up as a bad memory.
For I feel it's too late to change what is done.
And I hope the best shall come of this because even through this choice I have,
I may wonder, do I love you?