Disappointed

The way you look at me,

That face you begin to make.

You laugh but never smile,

And when you do it's fake.

You look at me with disappointment,

Of everything I am.

It's like you rather me be you,

You'd rather me be like them.

You act as if you're better,

You act as if you care.

You try to act all bad,

As if you'd ever be there.

You've never even been nice,

You always act as if you expect more.

While I get hurt,

As I stare at the floor.

You don't know how much it hurts,

To know you'll never love me.

But you're my own blood,

I guess you'll never understand me.