no one listens when you’re happy
no one cares about what you have to say when you’re good
no one shows any interest until you’re sad
no one cares until you’re veering completely off track

so fuck me
until I have another broken heart to cry about
until I’m so desperate
that I have no idea what to do

but that will never be the case
because what you get is not what you see
so think what you will
say what you will

I’ll act like I don’t know
like I don’t hear your convoluted stories of who I am
and let you believe everything you hear
but secretly I know everything
and secretly I hate you

Written/Contributed by Anita Siraki

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