They see you as a coward, too afraid to fight. Plain, stupid, vain, but surprisingly charismatic.
But I know better, since I love you. You are more special than anyone in the world and deserve to be treated as such. You have the tendency to be scatterbrained, but in a somewhat endearing way. After all, when you act dumb it lowers their expectations so that when you act smart, it blows them away. I love the way you are so confident in yourself, and it's in those moments I find myself loving you more. When most would crumble, you stand strong and proud for what you believe in. You bring people together when they most need to be unified.
Yet you run away when it suits you, leaving anyone who doesn't do the same. Dumber than bricks you manage to lower expectations again and again. You continue to ravage my heart with your dense demeanor, a hole not even endless supplies of candy can fix. Is it me? Am I just too much for you to handle? Maybe it's the jealous, or maybe you just like her better than me. Or... it's you, too afraid to face the truth and the unknown.
No matter what, I will always keep loving you. Perhaps one day, you can realize what truly matters the most. What they think of you, or what you know about yourself. I'll always be on your side, I promise.