What is it about you?

I sit here bored.

While you sit across the room.

I try not to stare.

But I sadly fail.

I don't know what it is.

About you.

But it brings me closer.

And closer to you.

When I want to be alone.

I tell you when.

I'm sad or mad or depressed.

I even tell you why.

I never tell anyone.

That stuff not even my family.

Why do I trust you?

When I haven't even known you for a year.

You gained my trust.

Even before I ever even talked to you.

How did you do that?

I don't trust anyone.

Why do I trust you?

Your a jerk towards me.

You call me syco.

Yet I still trust you.

And I still tell you pretty-much everything.

There's something about you that I don't trust.

But that something is so small.

I over look it.

I don't wanna trust you.

But I still find myself trusting you with my secrets.

My life.

I don't wanna be near you.

But I catch myself staying near you.

I can't control myself around you.

You see through my mask.

You can see my emotions unlike others.

Instead of being the fake depressing me.

Like i usually am.

I find myself being.

Well......Me.

Around you i can't control who I am.

When your around I'm happy.

And I actually have fun around you.

If I could control myself around you.

Then I'd be the fake me.

The one thats depressing and quiet and mean.

Not the real me.

Not the one thats fun and happy and nice.

What is it about you?

I doubt that you even know.

What you do to me.

I hope that you never do know.

Because I like it.

I like being myself.