Sound

Seeing your face with those gloomy eyes,
Just wanna skip these goodbyes.
Know you’re fake,
N' so is your mom.
But it’s too hard to take.
He looks at me like I’m changed,
But it’s me…
Not a faze.
The other looks annoyed,
As I’m just being void.
Her mother looks at me as if I’m in pieces
But in reality,
I’m just missing.
Gone like a frost,
But not like a ghost.
Good feelings feel wrong
As I’m not strong.
The first phone line says: “you’ll be a failure”
And the second just agrees.
But I guess it’s just a breeze.
Waiting to be found,
As if I’m making a sound.