I can’t tell how you feel anymore.

Only time I hear good is if it’s after we fought,

When I’m ready to leave,

When you randomly feel lovey dovey,

Or when you’re drunk.

On the day to day,

You either say nothing,

Or remind me how bad I am in your eyes.

You can tell some drunk guy that you know I’m loyal,

You know I’m the best thing to ever happen to you,

You know you want to marry me.

I can hear the passion in your voice when you told him.

Why don’t I see this side?

You say you know I’m loyal,

But you know damn well you don’t trust me.

I’m an easy Barbie doll,

Wasting money to appease others.

I’m a disappointment and a liar.

And yet,

You can hide me from your friends because its “not their business”.

If I tried that shit on you,

You know damn well you’d be upset.

You want honesty and truth,

But don’t practice what you preach.

I’m confused as to how you really see me.

And to be honest, it hurts.

I’m stuck,

As usual.

I wish I could see the whole truth in how you really feel.