Disenchanted

Go ahead and whisper those snide remarks, 
Like somehow you are better than me,
Every move I make, 
You give a look, 
That somehow you've had better,
And that you wish you could again, 

Don't think I can't tell, 
Don't think I don't hear you, 
Your face gives you away, 
Not like you have a knack for keeping secrets, 
You display your disdain, 
Your disenchantment for me, 
For everyone to see, 
For everyone to pick up and parade around, 
Leaving me the fool,

For reasons I cannot know, 
I still try to win your approval, 
Time and time again, 
I change my hair, 
My clothes, 
I dip down low, 
All to earn your favor for a moment, 

What a trip, 
To think that it would mean anything more, 

Than enough to get us through a lonely night,

Given those secret thoughts you have about me,

I'm surprised we made it this far at all.

By: Alyssa