yes, you. knowing that I’d wait for you to love me. 

yes, you. knowing that I’d do anything to be by your side. 

you continue to crush my soul with the words you don’t speak,

the stares you don’t give, and the promises you don’t keep. 

I am weak. 

Weak from this unbearable pain I feel in my knees,  

I try to stand but it seems there’s a ton of bricks pulling under me

Someday I wish to be just like you.

yes, you. I want to be heartless and carefree,

I want to stare the world in the eyes and say fuck you I’m for me. 

Someday I wish to be just like you.

yes, you. I want to viciously thrust my knife of

wounding words in the faces of those who love me.

I want to spit scorn in the hearts of those who cherish my gestures of sincerity.

I want to annihilate the feelings and emotions of those who show concern for me. 

I want to be just like you.

But I can’t be. 

For I am too weak. So weak that I am strong. 

Strong enough to stand on top of the pain that you threw

me and still manage to have validity in the words I speak. 

Strong enough to climb up the mountain of intangible perception and grasp life wholeheartedly.

So thank you,

thank you for taking advantage.