Unwanted toy. You played, you threw.

I may regret posting this.

you never knew.
you just do it.
you don't know the consequence.
you just kept doing it.
once. twice.
i had a bad day that day.
Metal didn't react with salt. Just like how you were towards me.
And why do i seem to care?
you didn't bother, not at all.
you just left me alone.
i just don't understand what's going on.
you just don't want to pour out to me.
then how am i supposed to tell your mood?
how am i supposed to know what's going on?
you chose to tell others. but never to me.
others ask me, but i said "i dunno."
that's true, i never knew what was happening.
once or twice, i was the last to know.
you told someone rather close to you yet that person was never me.
i WAS close to you.
yet you'd rather tell someone RATHER close.
Was i born not to know anything?
Or was i not able to keep your things secret?
you left me with unanswered questions.
Frankly, some times i felt a sense of shame to ask others what happened when i, myself is close to you.
you just kept everything, didn't want to say.
& i felt like i've done something wrong.
i don't know when your mood is good or bad. i can't tell.
On that day,
i felt like an unwanted toy.
Being thrown around.
Like some kind of trash.
Hope it changes for the better.

i tried, but you?