Shut me out

I'm just in the mood to spit these out.

I don't know where or who to go.

Because I really want to talk to you,

but I am tired chasing the hell out of you.

You shut me out and I don't know why.

We used to talking like there's no tomorrow.

When I still could tell you things.

Those time when I don't really care about how we feel about each other,

because it's always good to talk to you; like I feel like someone care.

Well here I am now actually crying,

because I miss you and I can't do shit about this.

I talked to you first, chat you first,

but now I am mad.

Because I think you really did read the chat late on purpose:

you're no longer interested to talk.

You just shut me out.

What did I do wrong?!

Am I making you uncomfortable knowing that I feel different about you?

Oh boy I'm not sorry about that.

It's so unfair that I'm madly immersed in this feeling

but you don't even want to know or bothered to look into yourself and give yourself time to think:

how you feel, how you think about me?

Am I that worthless to love?

Or at least just to look at?

Oh sure, am I embarrassing for you?

Dear Lord I am so mad, I want to cry I want to be mad at you.

I want to shout it out on your face.

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you,

I love you.

This feeling is weakening myself and I hate the fact.

You're right about yourself,

You're such a dick.

You dare to say that but you keep on being like that.

Damn you.

I'm not done being mad yet.