I feel so used
And obviously confused
My trust has been severely abused
And the anger has been, some-what, reduced
I tried to make things right
All we've done lately is fight
I don't want to argue
I'm looking for a virtue
Something that will always make me feel better
A picture, a friend, one word, even a letter
But all I get is a 'used' tag to wear around my neck
I mean look at me, I am such an effing wreck
But you just stand there without a word about it
Thinking that you cared, but really all I do is doubt it
So, just let me cry myself to sleep at nigh
Thinking that maybe, just maybe, you could be right
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fantastic poem, a great write.