Whatever you say

Throughout nothing I had Less I pocessed, I protested my heart on cherry banners I spent nights, giving, giving, giving But alas! Sought you complain, 'In a world with only myself! Me and I.' But I, in my worst Still carry for you You chase after ones who barely gave you eyes And me? What about me Is what I do belittled by you? Oh, the excuse 'My health and such trauma!' . . . Whatever you say.