I tried; tried so hard to be perfect.
I wanted to be everything you wanted but I hated everything that I became.
I tried to justify what I was doing.
I thought maybe I would grow to like the new me better than the old me.

This new me was everything I wasn't.
She was: confident, flirty, ****.
She was so comfortable and open that she didn't care if people saw what was underneath everything,
But I do.

I hated this new me.
I hated the old me.
Everyone I knew saw this confident young woman but underneath, hiding, was the real me.
A scared, self conscious, little girl.

I eventually gave up trying.
I couldn't handle pretending to be someone I wasn't.
It was too hard.
That's a lie; being someone else was easy. Too easy.
It was so easy I felt wrong doing it.

You eventually gave up interest.
You said I had changed
I wasn't the girl you knew
I wasn't the girl you loved
You didn't know who I was anymore
It made sense, I didn't know who I was anymore

It hurt, hearing you say those words
I spent so long trying to be someone you could love
and then you ended up falling in love with someone who wasn't me.