Too nice.

Angry, frustrated, confused.
Why must I be abused?
I only asked to make things better.
But, instead silenced with a letter.
To be passed up, and no chance.
No more than a passing glance.

Bitter, sadness, crying.
You think I'm the one lying.
You think that I shouldn't be upset.
But, so many secrets I've kept.
I hate it, when I'm too nice.
I wish I was as cold as ice.

Laughter, is what I crave.
But, too much for me to save.
I should be in a different position.
But, that is not my mission.
I only wish to be there for them.
But so much does this stem.

I never asked for too much more.
But you and I've become sore.
Not able to look you in the eye.
You know that I don't lie.
You think it's okay to push me down.
because it's not like, I'll get off the ground.

Yet, so much rage I hold dear.
Is it myself I fear?
You all try to say there's something wrong.
But is it me? Or has it been you all along?
You tell her, that I go against your wishes.
How I wish you'd take, what you seem to be dishes.

Don't try to reason with me now.
This I cannot allow.
You just want to see, if I'm okay.
Then why don't you do it everyday?
You ask for one side, what does it matter?
I am but part of the latter.

You don't think I know what's going on...
How can I not, for how it's forgone.
Just leave me alone, I don't care.
I'll just leave, I swear.
You never wanted me around.
So I'll go, without making too much sound.