Well, Something�s Kind of Up

Well something’s kind of up.
What do I mean by kind of?
Well,
Tonight was the first night I saw Him since I told Him,
And well,
My stomach is making knots,
And it hurts.
And I want to just cry for hour and hours,
And not go to school tomorrow,
And I never want to see his face again,
Cause what once was amazing,
Is now so hurtful to my soul.
Am I ok?
Nah. Of course not.
I am so frustrated with Him.
Did we talk?
Nah.
I really hope he saw from my face how much he's hurting me,
Cause I definitely didn't look happy.
Well,
Maybe he will start acting like a nice guy again,
Cause I thought I knew him,
But now I’m confused,
And not so sure.
The guy I liked wouldn't have done this to any girl.
So why would he do it to me?