I'm not always that laughing, carefree girl without a care in the world.
I'm not as strong as I look on the outside. I'm fragile on the inside, but I pretend to be strong.
I pretend that everything's alright when I should be crying, but I end up putting on a smile instead because it holds everything in place.
I spent one year of my life crying every night over nothing.
I used to pretend I had someone there taking care of me when I lay alone in bed.
I sometimes think I'm crazy because I talk to myself when no one is around, and I tend to hurt myself sometimes when my emotions are out of control. But I refer to it as "a little unwell".
I don't consider myself pretty because I know I'm not.
I keep to myself if I can because I feel better that way.
I used to be pushed aside, so I wander alone to not get hurt.
I'm optimistic on the outside, but sometimes I tend to be negative on the inside.
I cry to myself, but I refuse to let others see I'm crying.
I like being alone because I keep my feelings safe that way.
What would you do if you met me?
~J
