i guess i wonder why my heart still feels at all.
like a calloused hand, wounded over and over again
it s such a hurt heart
the scars it carries go deep, and memories sting
jimmy eat world says no one cares.
today is one of those days where i feel like that nerd
in eight grade, sitting in drama class, looking at the popular girls
wondering what piece i was missing.
i never found that piece.
i'm in the corner
watching what i want pass by.
i wonder why my sister looks up to me.
i wonder why jamie looks up to me.
the nerd in the corner is taking over.
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a hiaku on how i feel
bangs please hide sad eyes
blue in green plays in my head
i will get over it
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