I had worked so hard To be a person worthy Of someone else's love and care, I had changed myself To fit the mold of someone Others could pay attention to.
Isn't that what we all do? Make ourselves loveable? Simply because that's the thing We want most in this world: To be loved.
But then you didn't know me, You didn't see all the things I'd done or the person I'd become.
You were there. I was there. And that was enough for pie.
It didn't matter to you What I could do. It didn't matter to you Who I was too.