If I turned around and walked would you notice I'm gone would you even care? When you look at me do you see the smile on my face. Or do you see the tears I fight to hold inside. Do you see a strong willful woman I portray or the scared little girl who never quite goes away? If I broke down and lost all control would you know how to handle me? Would you hold me till I stop shaking. Kiss away all of my tears? Would you know how to lift me up from a place for below recognition? You see a sexy loving woman. But I'm so much more. I'm sad. I'm lonely. I'm unpredictable. I'm broken. I'm irrational. I'm complicated. You say you want me but you don't even know you see who I let you see. Who I've always let you see. But what about the real me. The everyday me. The one who could break down at any given moment and have no clue why. I try so hard to fight away my doubts for a while they bury themselves away. So far away that I think they're gone forever but I guess nothing lasts forever. Because the pain and tears always find their way back to me. Can you handle me? Can you handle all of me? Am I worth the time? Do you really love me enough to stand by me through all my troubles? Or am I just to broken for you?
