Unimportant

surrounded by bitter disappointment seemed to be a permanent appointment, laughter and friends non-permanent cure no room for any feelings no more, you never seem to listen, you never seem to care and when i need you the most, you are never there, we talk about you problems, we talk about your woe's we never talk about me, is how it always goes, so, i bottle all my feelings, keep them hidden inside when someone tries to open them up, they only seem to hide, i am messed up inside, with no way to let it out so i end up all alone, and this is my saddest doubt, you are there for my brother and my sister too but when it comes to me, you have other things to do, i pretend i am happy by a plastering on a smile i pretend to care about other things like; fashion hair and style, i do not have a favorite is what you always say but when it comes down to it, it always me who pays, it is hard to be alone, it is hard that no one cares but, most of all it's hard to think that, when i am in trouble no one will be there.