I like being alone but not feel lonely.
I like to Be in silence but still hear something.
Love the rain but not getting wet.
I like to get lost listening to music but in a peaceful way.
I like chaos but not the bad type of chaos.
I scream not wanting anyone to hear but still wait for an answer hoping someone hears.
I want to runaway start a new life but not let everyone I know behind.
i like to hear but not be heard.
I like to sleep but not dream. I love the sun but hate the burn that comes with it.
I like the night but I’m scared of the dark.
I like new challenges but hate to be challenged.
I love to think but always end up overthinking.
I hate horror movies but love the thrill they give me.
I hate being touched but crave being hugged.
I hate being questioned but still wait for someone to ask.
I love to imagine but hate creating things I know I can’t have.
I lie like it’s a part of me but hate liars.
I love to help but not be helped.
I like to observe but not be observed.
I always say I’m fine when I know I’m not.
I want to forget everything but not forget everyone.
I’m scared but I’ll never admit it.
I hate everything but love those small things that keep me sane.
I like to think I’m happy and put a smile on my face when in reality is just me fooling myself again.
I want to figure things out but I’m too scared to do it.
I love to meet new people but hate socializing.
I’m tired but I don’t stop, I don’t know how.
I read, hoping that would help me keep me sane, not knowing that nothing can help.
I cry myself to sleep but hate waking up to a headache and dry tears on my face.
I like being exited but hate how my heart races when it happens.
Everything is so dull yet so beautiful.
So boring yet so precious.
I love old things but hate the smell of it.
I love castles, ball gowns, swords, queens, crowns.
I love where I am but somehow If I have the opportunity I’ll leave.
I hate goodbyes but I always say it.