Couldn't be Me
I hear people saying I'm pretty, cute, and hot
yet no one has told me an meant it.
By wanting to be close.
No guy will ever look at my gloomy world and see that I'm really a shining star bright in the dark night sky.
No all they see is what they want to.
They see an emo freak or a goth freak either one or both.
A freak that draws and writes that is her world.
Headphones cover her ears to block out the evil and vile of things shouted at her.
This is her life.
They do not see who the real me is.
Those who care for me decided to show me pictures of myself but where am I in them.
All I see is a stranger.
A whole different person from me.
A girl is pretty, bright eyed, and most of all happy.
Who is this person?
I see color in my pale face,
but really I don't look so alive.
Why don't people see the girl who…
smiles and blushes?
Someone is pretty.
Someone happy.
The happy girl.
That just couldn't be me