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love the thought of me
befriend my personification
the person you think i am
the pretend me

but i'm not really nice
i hate all of you
but for some reason i keep
acting friendly
don't get me wrong
i don't enjoy being alone
but i believe that i'm nothing
to everyone i know
so its hard to muster up
a smile everyday
even doing that
will make them call me fake
i want to make them happy
but i know i can't
the same fist to my face
is also my helping hand
confused by other people
they just can't see
who i really am
so they can't love me
it was nothing
then it all became surreal
you don't love me
or care about how i feel
we talk but that's it
i don't have a place in your life
i call you my friend
but your everything but mine
you tell me i put myself down
way too often
but have you seen the way
you treat me with caution
like your afraid to be near
or hated by association
talking to me
like its your obligation
i don't think you know
the way i see you
you think we are friends
sometimes i do too
then i remember
i've never been a first thought
just second priority
always put off
not your best friend
eventually nothing at all
i keep pushing you away
so i guess its my fault
observing
the life you live without me
never realized
how much i didn't know

you're the
center of my being
the only friend i think
i'll ever know

you are
my everything
so how could i have
not known

i am a speck
in your world of wonders
while you are my
entire globe
i'm just me
plain as can be
walking a line
between
the two extremes
feeling numb without you
or loving painfully
its just me
nothing else to see
just a person on the side
that you'll never need
not enough
will never be
one of your dreams
just another person
who won't leave you be
don't need
my company
i'm just me
change me
mold me
perfect me

happy
smiling
perfect me

are you perfecting me
or am i perfect already

make up your mind
its weird how the words surrounding another word can change how you read it
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