I'm May I want you to scream my name, You have to want me, its what i
I think i have everyone fooled. i'm not who you think i am. and if
your looking for a simple wrap up, you wont find one. I'm a mystery to
myself. I don't get how I work. No one truley gets me either. I'm lost
in words & thoughts of my own.
I try to believe i'm not in a display case. That not everyone will
pass by & judge me. I'm angry, I feel like im forced to have to think
the same, instead of everyone taking the time to understand. You will
all just judge me instead, because its simply easier.
I'm not as well put together & collected as i want to be. I'm more of
a mess then anything.
I'm far from perfect but its what i crave. I want to be the envy.
Instead I build myself up on this fantasy, this stupid world where I
fool myself into thinking that perfection is all i have in life. Its
the only thing that matters, & if i'm not perfect I'm a nobody.
greed is my downfall, a blemish on my character. A need to be wanted.
To be touched. To feel loved. I always feel like i'm a burden to
everyone else because of it. So i started backing away, isolating
myself from everyone near me. I try to convince myself i'm better then
them, & thats why they didn't want me. Thats why they forgot about me,
& replaced me. I think thats why I'm such a closed book. I don't think
anybody truley cares enough so i hide everything away.
I'm in control of everything. Or i think i am. It seems like
everything i think is right is always backwards. everything i believe
all of a sudden has a question. I become no longer a person, but
peices. I'm left with nothing. I have to build myself all over again &
again & again. When will i get shit right? When will everything make
I wish i can sit here & make you see & understand every word of this
shit i type down. but none of you prob bothered even reading it all.
Why would you even care.
this is me