I am not perfect,
but neither are you.
There are some things that break my heart,
and less things that ties it together.
There is a side to me, that only one person has seen.
Because they love me as I am, and not who I claim to be.
I'm the shoulder to cry on, never the one that has a shoulder.
I'm the ears, but never the speaker.
Message me, I don't bite.
Unless, you know, you're going to be a hater.