Cold In September Poem by Bailey Burris

this love is pain, and it's getting old
when all you are to me is cold
I don't care if any of my words you read
The last thing I'm tryingis to make you feel anything
I just want you to notice me 
recognize me as a person in this vast majority
how did I so quickly become the minority
you make me crazy, absoluty insane
and I don't know the fate of this terrible game.
how did I get this role that I'm playing
it's disgusting, the person that I've been petraying
and this is only a ramble of feelings I'm saying
but I've got to say, there ripping me appart
I've got you down, I know you by heart 
but you don't even know where I start.
yet you know where I end
it's anything but pretend 
it's to early to start this
but I'm sinking deeper in the abyss
of feeling and thoughts
and senseless 'forgots'
when did I become this monster
my behavior towards you is a disater
I got to wonder if we'll ever be ever
be anything that I want to remember 
but it's colder then it ought to be in September
and I'm not the virgin queen you've been waiting for
maybe I'm nothing you could ever adore
but I'm not a floosy or a new weekly boo
I'm something in between those two 
and I understand If you just want to hate me
just have the decency to say it to me