Wasted Piece Of Paper Poem by Nicole Verrill

When I'm sad and depressed,
I think of you.
You were just like me,
so I helped you.
Now,
I'm just like you were.
You are trying to help me,
but I just can't accept it,
because I am so unsure;
about who we are,
and what I want.
I have never even thought,
if you've felt the same.
I've become so overwhelmed
by being in love with you,
whenever you talk to somebody
else,
I'm blinded.
I feel like you don't love me
anymore,
or if you even did.
I feel like I've put on a mask.
One that can't be peeled off.
Sometimes,
I know your love is true,
yet at other times,
I contemplate it.
It's like I'm invisible to you,
instead of the other way around.
I have many friends,
yeah,
but they don't care.
They all have their own problems.
They could care less,
about a little girl in love.
It's like I'm on a roller-coaster;
When you act like you still love me,
I go way up the tracks.
But when you say things
that make me wonder,
it sends me plummeting
headfirst towards the cold
earth.
I want you to love me,
but I haven't thought about
what you want.
What if you've found someone
else that catches your eye?
What will my heart do then?
I know I still have a piece of your heart,
but,
I really want you to have a piece of mine,
so we're even.
But I'm not sure that you want it.
Will you accept my heart,
like I've accepted yours,
or will you throw it away,
like a wasted piece of paper?