They're mourning a girl that I'll never be
A girl I never was in the first place
Yet all you will say to my face
"We'll love you for who you are"
But isn't it bizarre
That you are loving the me inside your head
The memories of the little girl whom you tucked into bed
Words with no meaning
But it's all in self-proclaimed well-meaning
Yet you fail to love me in front of you
Rather you love the image of me that you in your mind drew
But as soon as I am free
I'll truly be me
You don't have to agree
For me to me
YOU ARE READING
Depressing Poetry Collection: 2
PoëziePoems written to make it through life, they tend to be sad
