UNAPPREICATED

You cant hear me but I’m calling you.
You cant feel me but I see you.
And I don’t want to but like taking in oxygen I have no choice.
At the end of the night when I replay my thoughts in my mind all of them all the same. They all have a direct connection to you.
Now the rain is pouring down against my window as the water cleanses me in the shower and I realize that I am alone.
I seemed to be trapped in my own emotions.
Everything I do is being recorded,
And I feel like I will never be rewarded
All I do is feel
All I feel is that I give
And give, and give
But you still cant hear me
I’m calling you though
The funny thing is I’m not being ignored I’m just not being adored so as a consequence I’m filled with doubt
And with all this rain I still feel a drought
Because I’m looking you in your eyes and you still don’t see me
I’m touching you in your face and you still don’t feel me
But the rain keeps coming
And I keep calling
And it keeps pounding….