Poetry From a Broken Heart

Blind

I see you sitting right beside me
This isn't who I wanted to be
I see you watch from the side
But you and I aren't getting by

I'm waiting for something-anything
Hearts drawn at the corner of a page
Silence is the way my heart sings
But this time, it feels more like a cage

Learn this, learn that, is this a square?
But she can't teach me how to care
She can't teach me how to speak to you
She can't teach me to say what's true

My lungs are on fire, can't you see?
My heart burns with a dreaded choice
On the other side, admittedly, I envy
For you, she's already found her voice

Do I wait for my voice to grow or yours?
Should I sit around and wait for cures
To diseases only I will ever know of?
Should I let you fly away, my dove?

I go through these daily motions
The daily feeling of my heart ablaze
Where is the-MY- curing potion?
My mind is screaming but my eyes are glazed

While you sit there and copy, oblivious
You talk to friends, am I not obvious?
You smile and laugh among the team
Why can't I be one of them?

Am I invisible or are you blind?
Blind to my heart, blind to these words
Of course you can't see the tears I cried
And you'll never know how much it burns

It burns, knowing you are right there
But you're blind to me
Forever.