I just wish,
you saw the real me.
The one who has feelings,
not the person I make you perceive.
The one who feels,
who gets hurt easily.
Not the one who always smiles,
not the one who pushes comments away breezily.
The one who cries herself to sleep,
who finds it difficult to breathe.
Not the one who jokes,
not the one who will never leave.
I wish you knew,
that every time you joke.
When you say you hate me and to leave,
I feel like I want to choke.
I don't feel like I belong,
but the one whom I perceived to be is supposed to.
I'll just leave,
it'll probably make everybody happy if I do.
- I'll just always be the shell of a girl whom I wished to be.
