Always the one making others smile, never the one to get efforts for her smile.
Always comforting his broken heart, left to comfort herself with music.
Always the narrator, never the story.
Always the sunshine, never comforted.
Always the one loving, never the one loved.
Always seen as mean, never had the reasons considered.
Always the one blamed, never even heard.
Always the writer, never the muse.
Did she really not deserve the love? Was the Universe really cruel enough to give her a hopeless romantic soul and then shatter it? Was she wrong for wanting someone... anyone... to fear losing her, too? Was she delusional for desiring someone who would love her for who she is, not who she can be?
Did the Heavens just send her down here to have her soft heart broken, to understand everyone and then be left alone, to be perceived as a shadow of who she is- just because no one bothered peering deeper?