there's a reason why you forgot about me.
it was the way I was never okay.
how my thoughts were usually jumbled or,
other people interested you or,
you interested other people,
and you didn't know what to do.
it could be how I cared too much,
and maybe I still care too much.
you are just the one who easily changes,
easily open up your heart to others,
easily touched when people cared about you.
you never know how I felt,
how lonely I felt,
how heartache I felt,
how a little piece of me dying,
but I choose to keep it in my heart,
and I choose to keep my mouth shut,
and I smile, my eyes wet.