There is no way to make you see, that you have never been fair to me. 

Cast away, seen as dishonest and boring in my protestations, 

Dismissed, unworthy of any further consideration, 

Just a no one, obsessed with, in your eyes, rewriting what occurred, 

In your estimation, only a small man that your heart has never heard. 

But you know my cause is true as rain, as real as fallen leaf, 

And that is why you betray me still, forever ignore my grief. 

You see my world as unreal, dramatic, and self-serving, 

But I am worthy of a part of you, and the truth’s no less deserving.

But what you have not figured out, not allowed yourself to see, 

Is that how you paint my words as tripe, hurts us both, no, not just me.

For the way you downplay my being as nothing with which to be concerned, 

Affects your own decisions, leads you to what you really should have spurned. 

As you ignore the deepness of sincerity and treat me like a fool gone mad, 

It alters your perception of the world and opens you up to what is bad. 

But you believe me not, though, if you did, you would hear my soul, 

And know that I’ve never wanted anything other than to make you whole. 

You do not need me, that is true, but it does not mean you cannot feel, 

And your rejection of my sincere soul, only makes your world less real.