Do I matter to you? Do you even see me? Do you even want to see me? These are stupid questions that I can't help, but ask. Trivial things that don't matter, but somehow, they do. All the what if's that put me in the dark. That bring out the worst in me. They make me jealous. They wrap hands around my throat, and keep me silent. I'm a prisoner.
A prisoner to my brain. A prisoner to something that doesn't understand what I feel because i've pushed it away for so long. How would you feel? How would you react to seeing my darkness? To seeing the pit inside my soul. What would you say to me? Would you comfort me? Or would you turn away? Turn away and call me a monster?
More questions that I can't answer. Not because I don't know how you respond to these things, but because I don't want to know your response. I'm jealous, and afraid. But for what reason? For the fact that you don't look at me? Or that when you do, I feel like you're not even watching? I hate that when you look at me you see someone else. Someone you would be with no matter what. Would you imagine me taller? Shorter? With bangs? With long hair? Or perhaps short hair? What would you prefer?
A preference that I don't know, because i'm not you. A preference that I don't know because I could never be with you. So I guess, I get it. I guess I just need to stop noticing you. I just need to stop picking you out in a crowd. But late at night when these questions surface I can't help, but wonder: Am I Someone Else To You?
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