Comprimising

Going through the motions, knowing it's a lie
Nothings getting better, why do I still try
I want to make them happy and I don't care what that means
My emotions might be comprimised, but I know that's what the need
Sometimes you shouldn't settle, if only this I known
I wouldn't be surrounded, yet still destined to be alone



Man am I having a day. I've been rather frustrated all day and the only way to get it out of me was for me to write poetry. And as a result I have two poems about the same topic. I must be pretty bold posting them both and I hope my friends don't take it personlly because I love you all, it just seems different now that Nicole is gone.