True Honesty

Maybe there are tears on my cheek,

Maybe they are there.

Maybe I am mad at you.

Because I know you do not care.

Maybe I want to hit you,

And make you some pain.

Maybe I want to kill you.

And leave you with a bloody stain.

Maybe I know I am nothing to you.

But another piece of flesh.

Maybe I'm nothing more to you.

But dirty useless trash.

Maybe I want to scream at you.

Till you really hear my words.

Maybe I want to throw you away,

And give you to the birds.

Maybe I want your attention.

It doesn't cost a dime.

Maybe I just want you,

And just a minute of your time.