In simple words.
Because, I can’t figure myself out. I try, but it’s so complex. The art of figuring someone out.
» Am I ugly? Or do people say that because they’re jealous.
» Am I loved? Or is it what they fake around.
» Am I wanted? Or do they pretend to like my presence.
» Is my presence needed? Or they don’t even know that I am right here.
» Am I invisible? Or do they not see me on purpose.
»Do I hear people talking behind my back? Yes.
» Does it hurt? Because it stings like a bitch.
» Am I okay? Or am I pretending to be.
» Do I cry? Or is that me being weak?
» Is it all worth it? Or am I just wasting my time?
» Is time going to heal? Or is it going to give up on me.
» Am I dead? Sometimes, I wish I was…
#BeRealBeYou. Because otherwise, it hurts.