Do they know what you do <br />in the night <br />when you bedroom light is dim <br />and snores can be heard <br /> <br />Do they care where you are <br />when they are out <br />and you are alone <br />and nothing is there to tell <br /> <br />Do they bother to ask <br />what happened <br />when the dishes are alone in the sink <br />because you were to busy to care <br /> <br />Do they wonder at night <br />as they hear you cry <br />but are too lonley themselves <br />to come and see what is wrong <br /> <br />They couldnt care less <br />they dont want to see <br />how imperfect you can be <br />and its killing you <br />and its killing me<br /><br />Kathlyn Grace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sneaking-around/
