I've decided my sadness
Is not about you
And all of my worries
Are only mine, too

That I don't wished you liked me
I'm just overall lonely
I don't think you ignore me
I'm just not your somebody

I have my own life
I shouldn't make it about you
When you're yourself
I should be myself, too.

There is no romance
But I'm pretty sure you care...
You say "I love you"
But you say that all the time
To everybody. And me.

I chose to forgive
And my hatred and anger
Dissipated, slow,
And mellowed out into this:
Apathy and honest care.

I try to be kind
But sometimes it's difficult;
You wouldn't believe,
But I can hold a mean grudge
Over something pathetic.

It distresses me:
I just can't think straight these days.
But one thing I know—
I am alright without you,
And that comforts me.

I thought I could hide:
You seemed unassuming then;
But now, you see me,
And I know you look through me—
That you know, reassures me.

I am no longer
This version of me has changed
Who I was has gone;
I didn't like who I was,
But it frightens me, changing.