Shelf

Shelf

Looking across the room

Still can’t explain

Why out of everyone

I’m the one you ignore

If I was smart I’d let it go

Though if I was honest

You only matter

Because I don’t matter to you

Because I can’t put you

On the shelf, in your place

With all the others

What is it about me

What is it about me

What is it about me

Always looking for the chase

Going out of my way

Making plans, making schemes

To get that person’s attention

Someone I know isn’t what I need

Someone half afraid to be near me

To break down their walls 

Then trumple all over till

They are left in crumbles

What does it say about me?

That the people I want most

Are the ones I will most likely

Hurt the deepest? 

My worst day

My worst day

My worst day

Lost, alone, traveling in the dark

One mistake

Panic​ filled me

Then shame

Then I planned

Then I ran

Despite my fears

I cared on

Ugly tears line my face

My worst day

Naked, afraid, emotional

I remain

Mistakes weakened me

But I cared on

Alive for the first time in years

Awake to watch

Me fight

To act and live

Alive on my worst day

And anyone who take it over

There own