it's an invisible weight pressing down on all of us we pretend not to notice and continue our daily routines but inside none of us are really ok the only difference between the sane and insane is that one is better at hiding it
my heart rips through my chest when i see you my stomach cartwheels when i hear your name i forget myself when i hear your voice i only wish you felt the same about me
writing this at midnight thinking about a certain someone ;)
You feel me but am I really here? You talk to me But am I really listening? You laugh with me but am I really happy? You assume that this is me This gossiping hair obsessed girl H I D But is this really me? Did I hide it from you? Scared you would judge And hurt me And leave me even more broken than I was before Would you? If I showed That I loved books More than makeup That I thought unique things And had my own thoughts Would you judge? Me Me If If I I O C P L E O N S E E D D Up? Up?