That's Me In The Spotlight, Loosing My Religion

[desertions]

I'm not going to San Fransisco after all
Family problems
My room is a wreck
My grandma started reorganizing it while I was gone
Even though she knows how upsetting and overwhelming it for me when she doesn't tell me about this stuff
We ended up getting in this huge fight
And I can't stop crying
my eyes hurt...
And Micihigan was...bleh
Anyways, instead of whining more, I'll post this whiny poem I wrote while in Michigan
The topic is pretty self explantory, I think...

Perfect Something
All I want is to be was your perfect something

But in the long run, I think to you I mean nothing

I look at you with longing eyes

Do you see the tears I long to cry?

I see you; you walk past me

Sometimes I wonder if you can even see

At times you make me almost forget

And then at others, you fill me with regret

I kiss your lips to break the solitude

What would I give for some gratitude

All I want is to be was your perfect something

But in the long run, I think to you I mean nothing

I would be your only girl

To you I could be the world

I will shed off my flaws and grow new skin

Waiting for my love with you to begin

I will be caring, loving, and pretty

Smart, loyal, and don’t forget witty

All I want is to be was your perfect something

But in the long run, I think to you I mean nothing

My smile is forced upon my lips

As your eyes barely focus on my hips

I laugh and pretend it’s all okay

I just want this uneasiness to go away

You ask if something’s wrong, I shake my head

Inside I think my heart might be dead

All I want is to be was your perfect something

But how can I when I feel like nothing?