Why do people have to keep hurting me?
Gang up on me?
I mean I may be happy,
But that doesn't mean it has to be ruined.
Every.
Single.
Time.
Why can't I have a frustrated moment?
Without anyone saying;
"Get that attitude off"
"Someone's on their period"
"OMG, your SUCH a BITCH"
Now I get sad and mad,
Because y'all don't see anything behind the surface.
All y'all see is the stone faced, 15 year old.
Who doesn't show any excitement in anything.
But on the inside,
I'm like the tropics.
I have these amazing moments, where,
I just wanna be free.
Fly. Dance. Sing. Frolic in a fucking meadow for gods sake.
And then there's my stormy moments.
I glare. I cry. I'm silent. I'm dieng on the inside and no one knows.
No one knows the real me,
Because they're too busy looking at what they think they see.
A girl with an attitude problem.
