Why do you smile?
I don’t think she loves me anymore.
Or maybe I don’t know.
She looks the other way when I try to speak.
To her, I no longer exist.
She makes me feel subhuman.
I thought that this was right.
I hate to be wrong.
Because when I’m wrong,
it feels as if the world’s collapsing around me.
She only smiles when I smile first.
She no longer seems excited about me.
When I try to show my excitement towards her,
she deflates it.
Maybe she didn’t really mean it when she said:
“You can talk to me about whatever you want.”
Maybe it was a joke.
I don’t think that she cares anymore.
I don’t think that she ever did.