Hope is what hurts me, hope is what
kills.
It's so sweet, like candy, like pills.
But it has a poison, that infects, can destroy.
Just like him, that beautiful boy.
He will never notice me, as I drift through the halls
I am just a ghost to him, I can float through walls.
Does he even know my name, possibly my face?
No, he doesn't, he's too cool & I'm just used up
space.
I hope every morning, that he will glance my way
But again he doesn't, so I wait for another day.
What does she have, that makes her so great?
Hope makes me jealous, hope makes me hate.
Original Poem By Me.
