And just for thought...
You don't have to like me or love me or whatever.
At the end of the day, I have nothing to prove.
You were surprised the other night at the way I was acting
but I gave you no explanation other regurgitated bullshit about how we all put on facades.
I wasn't asking for your acceptance because it doesn't matter.
You want to believe that I am playing a silly game with you
but I don't honestly care that much.
I told you that there was more to me then you knew
and, again, you asked why I didn't show it.
Why would I?
There's no map, no rhyme, no reason to who I am.
All you have to do is to say the right words but you're not that clever.
You gave me a look and I said I didn't know you any better.
So we were even, you're just not as complicated.
I have no hang ups like you, no regrets, no doubts.
I know who I am, that's all there is to me.
You squirm in your own skin.
I see you pulling at it like a tie that's too tight around your neck.
I never asked you to have any feelings towards me other then to be my friend
but you run like the plague.
You don't have to be anything to me after all.
At the end of the day, you don't owe me anything either.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.