I'm sorry for the facade of a fake girl, auto biography.

I and You. There's a difference.

For some reason, I can't seem to place you anywhere safe. 

There are much bigger problems than yourself but you seem to go back and forth on what bugs you. Your soul, your heart. 

You aren't quite sure of what you want anymore, but I did when I was you 19 years ago. When I was 8 and had stars in my eyes. 

I smiled at everything but you shy away from everything. 

I talked about everything from bugs to the stars, but you only talk about how much you hate her and how messed up your life is. 

I trusted too much until she proved me that trusting someone more than once will only lead to heartbreak, you take the punch. You can't even be in the same room with the being that hurt you. 

I danced with my loneliness all night, caressing her soft skin, making her feel like home, while you on the other hand express your loneliness through social media. 

I cried to my mamma and told her what was hurting me as she would make my favorite dish; You let your suffering eat you up as you dig  everything down your esophagus and chow on bitterness. 

 I used to feel like I was rising up in the sky, like I was successful, but you just feel so much pity that you've put yourself in this pond among other fish, and you, you are the smallest, all alone. 

I used to say see you soon, but you say goodbye