August 4, 2012

I hate it when we fight
It's painful and it hurts
Well, for me
Because I'm the emotional one

It starts with a quip
And ends with a whip
Of hurtful words
And jabs of mean
and evil
And it's painful
Well, for me
Because I'm sensitive

And what's worse is that
Everyone else chooses sides
And they always choose yours
Always yours
Never mine
They comfort you
Understand your points
Agree with you
And try to make you feel better

But not me
They never pick me
They never try to make me feel better
They never tell me "it's gonna be okay".
And "I feel for you"

And I know why
I know why they always choose you
I hate to admit it
And I know you know it too
That's why you have so much fun
Making me cry
Showing me
Telling me
Proving to me
That they like you more
That they choose you more
And just love you more
Because I'M the ugly one.

And you know I'd need you
More than you'll need me
Because you'll always be okay
And that's why you hurt me
And make me cry

They would always, always pick you
And tell you you're doing great
And there's nothing they could hate.
And that you're only human.
You make mistakes.

And I can't.
And I'll never be good enough.
And that I try too hard
And that no one really cares
And that I have no right to be emotional
Or sensitive
Or hurt
Because I'M the ugly one.