Is it me you wish to see ? Or is it the person in the pictures you wish to see? The person you see isn't who she is,but the figurine behind that image So shy,so fragile,and yet unsure of her world,it kills to be there and not actually be there,it kills more,to drive away the ones that could have loved you,all these because of the insecurities I keep inside. Never giving a chance to love or to be loved ,for,the more I swore I was happy ,the more I felt alone in the burrows I dug alone. If only, they'd understand,if only you'd understand,I do the best I can,to levitate my self from the sands I'm buried in. I wish to love ,wish to be happy ,to be under the sun and unweary ,but still ,I remain that figurine in the dark.
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