how unfair you are
how unfair it is
you cannot comprehend it
and it hurts that much more.
little black box, please fight in my corner.
all these emotions welling up inside of me,
i don't wont to hold it in any minute longer.
between blue skies and grey,
between forgotten and retold memories.
you'll keep your favourites and i'll hang onto the
crumbs.
i must have been the beloved at some point in time.
i must still mean a lot to you, you're mother afterall.
maybe it's just out of habit...
cutting into my words with random information.
a sad habit where conversations about me
or my day always lead into talks about some other child.
you swear you're fair but if you could hear yourself through
my ears.
maybe then i wouldn't seem so overly sensitive.
it's not nice to feel forgotten.