Re-Written Poem by Frandy Osias Louis

I KeEp CoMpArInG
PuTtInG HiM DoWn To ShOw YoU Im BeTTeR
YoU MaY SaY YoU KnOw WhO'S BeTTeR
But YoUr AcTiOnS SpEaK AnOtHeR ToNe
IF I WaS SeEn As BeTTeR
ThEn YoU WoULd Of CaMe HoMe
WhErE YoU ShOuLd Of BeEn ALL ALoNg
HiS WoRdS SoUnD So SiMiLaR To MiNe
WhAt He SaYs To YoU I SaY ALL ThE TiMe
He ReMiNdS YoU oF Me BuT Im RiGhT HeRe WhErE HaVe I GoNe?
ALtHoUgH NoT WiTh YoU PhYsIcALLY
BuT In YoUr HeArT YoU SaId I WoULd Be HoMe
NoW I FeEL As IF My HoMe Is BeInG InVaDeD
ThE ThOuGhT Of Me WiCh WaS GaTEd, NoW BeInG ShAdEd
TrYnG To GeT In BuT My KeY SeEmS To NoT WoRk
So I KnOcK, PaTiEnTLy WaItInG, TrYnG To CoNcIeL ALL ThIs HuRt
Im GeTTiNg No AnSwEr WhY CaNt I GeT In
WhY Do I KeEp KnOcKiNg If Im BeTTeR AnD I ALrEaDy WIN
WhErE HaVe YoU GoNe, WhErE HaVe YoU HiDDiN
OpEn ThIs DoOr, LeT Me In ThIs HeArT ThAt I LiVe In
StILL No AnSwEr..
So I WaIT, KnOcKiNg On ThE DoOr WiCh ThIs KeY UsE To FiT In
StUcK In ThIs TiMe WhErE ThE StOrY iS NoW Re-WrITTeN