The girl by the window

Well, it's hard to start maybe because it has no end. This constant yearning for you to understand me but it's never satisfied

Call me selfish if you desire but I speak from the heart. Material stuff doesn't mean I'm right or fine or I don't have problems or feelings.

I tell myself you don't care but your attitude towards work says something different.

I can't be myself when I'm around you. I'm deprived and stiffed because I know you will always judge me.

I use no sweet words to sugarcane the hurt I've felt for years and still feel right now but you pay no heed to me.

I can't speak my voice out because no matter how loud it is you never listen and you rarely hear the rigorous voice of mine lusting to be heard.

And now I sit by the window, being the fragile girl I am and channeling this fragility to be my person, not the person you want me to be.

I owe myself some form of authenticity and not be the girl by the window.