you said you used to believe
that i was the same as the rest.
"And am I? Now that you know me?" i asked you.
"Not at all."
i took it as a compliment,
it made me proud that you saw
the things that set me apart from them..
my accomplishments.
but get this;
you are them.
there are things that set you apart from the rest, yes.
but you are just like them.
and your heart is chained just like theirs.
you are not who i thought you were.
you let me believe you were different
but when it came down to raw,
unfiltered sentiment,
you
didn't
care.
i will always, always care
but not like this.