You think you know me but you really don't. Cause if you really knew me you'd know that I'm angry because I've been hurt. I hide behind mean words and snide remarks because they give me strength. Hurting you, hurts me but I can't help it.
If you really knew me you'd know why I can't smile as easily as you. You'd know that behind these brown eyes there are tears that I won't let out. And when I do, it won't be for a good reason, it'll be for your pity.
If you really knew me you'd know that negativity inhibits all of my being just like the flu; incasing me and throwing it at others as well. If you took the time to really get to know me you'd know I'm probably the saddest person you've ever met. But if you don't take the time you won't see it because that is what all my anger hides.
I put a wall between me and my feelings because that makes me feel less weak, more protected. It allows me to stand strong and front like not even Kryptonite can hurt me. I can make myself feel invincible but it's all a facade. I put up a wall between me and you because your getting to close, your going from thinking you know to knowing and that makes me feel vunerable. It makes me scared, you make me scared.
If you really knew me you'd know that I never let anyone get as close as I've let you get because the people closest to me are the ones who hurt me most.
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i relate to this so much. i keep the majority of my emotions hidden, and i keep even my closest friends at a distance. it's a sad existence, but i'm working on it. i also like this because it sort of reflects the general experience of growing up and communicating and all of those other terrible things lol.
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