You play games

Mess with my head

Tell me lies

Sweep my feelings under the living room rug

Creating a growing pile of nothingness, unimportant expressions

Go ahead

Continue your carnival

But I promise you

I promise

Someday it’s going to rain

Flooding the grounds

Launching all the people out into the open

You’ve done this before

All those people coming out from under that rug

Each one a different color

Each one, so vulnerable

Holding themselves open for someone, anyone, to violate them

Once more

There’s always someone looking for a vulnerable victim

After you read the pages of their books

You feel it’s your duty to tell all

To let everyone know how and why

You choose to push them mindlessly away

Without consideration

Disregard them

Tell me why

Why?

Stop putting me in the back of your mind

That’s why I’m here

I want you to notice me

Take advantage of me

I wait for you

I wait for you to call

Sitting alone

Read the front page

Then Dear Abby

But no call

You must be busy

You know, with all those people under that rug

How do you do it?