It must be the way I cannot pretend to be who they need me to be... I'm jus me n I like who I am as I'm yet to be seen... Seems that damn silhouette needs a face to be really fuckin bad... I haven't been able to meet someone who finds my face to be more than a memory of yesterday's past... I believe they jus want what they've had come accustom to... Someone who they thought was someone different in their own heads that turned out to be assumed... Why can't I jus live n be accepted the way I come.?. As I heard every one of them claim it was me they luv'd... Yet my face change by the time they realized I want gonna play along for the needed to go find who it was their minds think exists... So I have up the tenderness pressed into a kiss... They don't want anything that doesn't resemble who they thought they had... N I refuse to allow myself to take part in an emotion so pure to turn sad... To look in the mirror n not recognize self would simply be a waste time... As I sit alone wondering if they anyone why can like me for me as I go on about living my life...
No comments:
Post a Comment