so, i trust to easily;
story of my life.

and because of that,
people go and break me.

but i'm not fragile,
i'm quite the opposite.

i have built my walls,
higher than you think.

and i don't love easily too,
but i wear my heart out on my sleeve.

because i care,
care was too much about others.

more than i care about myself,
really.

but i have been in love,
with someone who loved me more than the moon.

i let him in,
he let me in.

for 9 months,
i was happy.

then it ended,
too bad.

that confirmed it for me,
make that wall thicker.

higher,
no one can break it.

and that made me stand out a bit,
because i was strong.

i am smart,
but not a genius.

and i know what i am doing most of this,
so don't wast my time.

then i met another guy,
almost a year after the other guy.

my first love,
done and gone in 9 months.

and i am still recovering,
i still love him, i'll give ya that.

now,
the new guy.

well,
i guess i can't say it's love just yet.

how can it be?
only 1 month.

and then there is a problem with a friend of mine,
he likes me too.

something about me,
how can someone love me, like me, when i don't love myself.

how?
i don't get it.

i see myself as someone who is willing to help others,
care for them.

and i don't see what they see,
pretty, skinny, beautiful.

i see someone who can be a *****,
someone who is ugly, fat and gross.

but oh well,
**** happens.

anyway,
i am 16.

and i am tall,
which i hate.

i have strawberry blonde hair,
that i wish to dye.

and my eyes are the colour of a forrest,
a dying forrest.

my skin in pimply most of the time,
and i wear make up.

i dress to fit in,
not for comfort.

the pain i put myself through,
just to make people think i am happy.
me,
i am just me.

and i think,
that i am not good enough.

for anyone,
no one.

if i am not happy with myself,
I can i expect someone else to be.

i asked him if i was ugly,
he nodded and almost laughed.

no,
he said.

definitely not,
Summer.

definitely not,
echo's through my head.