People hate me because I'm me. Because I'm not afraid to talk to that hot guy that everyone is nuts over. Because I walk down the street dancing and singing along to my ipod. Because i wear what I want and not what people want me to wear. Because I will gladly stand up and do the most embarassing thing in the world and laugh about it afterwards.
Do you hate me because I express myself?
Do you hate me because you think I'm so outgoing and giddy?
Well Guess what?
I'm not the person you think I am...
I'm just a shell... that happiness you see...it's fake.
But nobody likes the fakeness...would you rather have the real me?!
The me that they don't understand one bit?
The me that sits in her closet at night, crying and hoping that all this shit will end?
I'd rather keep her to myself.
But you shouldn't hate me just because you don't like the fakeness... I don't like it either. But I have no idea how to change.
I have no idea how to make things right again...
Everything has just changed so much since last year.
Sometimes it feels good to go through life feeling unaccepted but sometimes...it's a real bitch.
I don't give a damn what people think of me, but you know, it'd be really nice for at least someone to notice...I'm not asking much really, just for someone...anyone...to understand me.
