i
give
          you
                  all
                        of
                             me
all of my love
all of my humor
all of my looks
all of my interests
all of me
                               you
                        give
                   me
          some
      of
you
some of your humor
not much of your love
some of your interests
not much of your looks
some of you

and I would still give all of me
all of everything
all of anything
all of anyone
for that some of you again.

what makes me so different?
what sets me apart from the others,
not getting looked at like that
not getting adored like that
not getting touched like that
not getting talked to like that
not getting loved like that?
what makes me so undeserving?
i know im not that pretty
i know im not the most talented
i know im not the most athletic
i dont know why that makes me so different.
everyone around me has been loved
i haven’t.
what makes me so different?

I still haven't quite come to terms with the fact that its over.
You said you weren't ready, I said
"Its okay"
You said you don't mean to hurt me, I said
"Its okay"
You said you won't talk to other girls, I said
"Its okay".

Its okay. I just want you to be happy. It doesn't matter that I'm not okay because why would I take your happiness away to make you not okay?

You still talk to me.
Its okay, I'll just have trouble getting over you.

What isn't okay, though, is the fact that you led me on.
You called me pretty.
You sent me paragraphs about my impact on you and others.
You said you would go out with me.

But I guess its okay, because it always has to be okay.

I'm not sorry for falling in love with you,
I never will be.

I'm sorry for ruining what we had,
Because I fell in love with what we could have.

when someone asks me my talents
am i allowed to say them, even though i don't excel?
i sing good, but im not amazing
i play guitar, but i can't play certain chords
i play tennis well, but i still double fault a lot
im ok at writing, but im no poet
im a good person
but apparently not a great one

the one that breaks you most
doesn't always have the scissors,
but the glue.

my friends come to me for advice,
come to me to vent, help with their problems.
but sometimes I feel like I'm the one who needs my advice most.

it's a teachers job to make sure their students are okay,
but the students never check on the teacher.

Why do I fall for so many people,
But no one falls for me?
Is it just me not being able to express it,
Or when you see me you want to take the express way?
Is it me talking a lot,
Or you talking to others about me?
And not positively.
I may get portrayed as the crazy one,
But all I want to get portrayed as is someone's love.
Why am I so different? Am I undeserving?
Its not specifics anymore.
Is it just me completely?
Because you all have just completely ignored me.

"Stop fishing for compliments"
It's the hungry who needs food most,
The poor who needs money most,
The unloved who needs love most.
It's the people who get the least,
that end up fishing.

I wish I could go back.
I wish I could go back and ask you why.
I wish I could go back and have one more conversation,
About why you just stopped.
Stopped.
Was I being myself too much?
Was I not pretty enough? Not popular?
Too loud?
Loud.
I used to be loud.
I used to enjoy talking to you.
You made me feel like I could open up.
Open.
I can't do that anymore.
I can't completely let my guard down,
In case they're like you.
You like hearing "like you," don't you?
Like being liked? I can tell.
I did too.
You took away my trust, but still;
I wish I could go back to you.