im tired.

Walking past the set - viewing the mountains and seas from the box, 
Looking at e white maneuverings in the sky,
Missing the walks on cobbled stones
or even shivering in winter cold,
waking up to a difference
soaking into the beauty of every new day..

Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if u cld display some appreciation for even the lil u deem i've done.
But to u,
Perhaps I own a stoned heart.
And the duties I"ve fulfilled are for display's sake.
Maybe im likened to cinderella..
Maybe I just don't matter.
Maybe I really don't care..
Maybe there's really nothing called fair..

or maybe you just dont care
a statement to make
with a torn up pass
stirs a thousand feelings
of questions, hurt and dismay
but ignorance is bliss..

what is life,
with one major concern,
many other worries
pent up frustrations
that I patiently try to bury everyday
wishes that I cannot fulfill.
all because I try to please you 
while you remain blind to my worn out heart. 

Wld there even be a difference without me..