Messing around with ones feelings.
Is a useless thing.
It hurts many in the variety of things.
Filling it with thoughts,
Thoughts of laughter,
smiles and smirks.
But why must it be so difficult?
It makes me smile without a grin.
I know what they say;
The whispers of others,
talking about what may be.
How can one person live like this?
Will it ever just be me?
You know the things that go on,
on a day to day basis.
From secrets, to lies,
to the nags and to its everyday wishes.
But, why don't you treat me like,
a princess I wish I could be.
The special girl, the one I want to be.
Where is the lock? I have the key.