And just for thought...
You only get it half right.
The psychosis of me runs deep than any one person can reach.
I know the rules of a game you never played.
The look in a man's eye tells me what I need to know.
You sit, ready to psychoanalyze me.
You make me laugh with your pen and paper.
When all is said and done, you don't want to know my reasons.
I tell you I want a hero but I have no desire to be rescued
but a hero is the only man in the world with the strength enough to stand beside me.
You scoff at my stubbornness, staring me down,
and wait for me to cop what you say.
I see me for who I am with no plans on changing my pieces.
You attempt to dig deeper to the places I control tightly
but you still get nowhere near my truth.
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.