Happy With Me?

Happy With Me?

By: Tyler Ross

I am like a disease

to you

an inconvenience,

a life drainer,

a depletion of mood.

But I don’t see it that way,

or 

at least I try not to.

Fighting my cancerous thoughts

from making me believe

those projections from

you

are my absolute responsibility.

Bricks are stacking high.

Why can’t you just try

to see things through my eyes?

The hurt, the pain, 

the unsatisfying struggle inside your brain 

boiling without much

cool.

Let me see the best you

I feel for you,

but

I’m losing strength.

Feeling is sailing toward sea.

Depression is growing in me.

Love isn’t gone,

but it feels like

its going from you.

Can’t you be happy 

with a guy like me?

A guy that you know deep down

is a great guy all around

A treasure

someone else lost,

but you ultimately found.