Talking About Myself

Did it surprise you that I am not who you thought I was? Did it surprise you to find that I don't exactly stand for what you thought I stood for all along? Did it surprise you to find that I'm not exactly how I played myself out to be?

That the person you thought I was is actually nothing to what I am.

Some days I'm funny, others I'm not, sometimes I'm in overdrive and I can't stop. You may not like me, but that's okay because this is me and how I'll stay.

I'm shy, I'm quiet. I'm an angel in disguise. I'm loud. I'm noisy. I'm a devil inside. You think I'm an innocent girl, so lets make a bet, because if that's what you're thinking, you don't know me yet.

People are gonna talk about me, especially when they envy me, I might as well let them talk, because I affected their lives, they didn't affect mine! The way I see it is the more people that hate me, the less I have to get along with.

But its ironic because that's how I live my life. I smile on the outside, and everyone thinks I'm doing fine but I'm always dieing inside, always one step away from the edge you know?

I can't be happy to be who I am because I don't know who I am anymore.

People are always telling me to smile, like smiling is going to just take away all the hurt and pain.

Well I've tried that... I've tried hiding my sorrows and covering the sadness in smiles... and what I've learned is that when it hurts this much inside your heart always has a way of showing it no matter how many masks you