Who am I?
It seems, all I have is my past; and my past is what I do not have anymore;
I suppose, I am nothing.
I am the empty sky upon you; unseen by the eyes of the ones that are blessed with being blind to reality; happy people, I mean.
I am someone, a stranger, who won't look you in the eyes, who will walk past you with head down, whose eyes only meet the dirt on the ground.
I have never given the best of me; I've never let anyone see who I am; all they know about me is what I want them to think about me; nothing but lies. I am a liar, mean, selfish, negative girl, I curse, complain and grieve, too much, and I am nothing good;
but properly speaking, this is me in their eyes.
I can be a lot of things; but eventually they do not know who I am;
they have only seen my defense against the world.
Eventually I am the only one to know myself well. There is no-one who can feel what I am feeling; no-one but me can live my life for me.
I am someone, a stranger, who won't look you in the eyes, who will walk past you with head down, whose eyes only meet the dirt on the ground.
I have never given the best of me; I've never let anyone see who I am; all they know about me is what I want them to think about me; nothing but lies. I am a liar, mean, selfish, negative girl, I curse, complain and grieve, too much, and I am nothing good;
but properly speaking, this is me in their eyes.
I can be a lot of things; but eventually they do not know who I am;
they have only seen my defense against the world.
Eventually I am the only one to know myself well. There is no-one who can feel what I am feeling; no-one but me can live my life for me.
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