I’m not the girl you think I am. I’m not the person you’ve made me out to be.
I’m not always happy. In fact, more often than not I’m sad.
Sometimes I feel like I know who I am. Other times I feel lost when I look in the mirror.
I’m searching for the answers to questions I haven’t even asked yet.
I’m walking down a path that doesn’t even have a road yet.
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You’ve painted me out as this perfect girl. But, you don’t know me.
I’ve lied beyond belief. I’ve hurt people that I’ve loved.
I’ve been judged, and burned. Broken and scared. Its made me who I am.
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I don’t expect you to understand me. I don’t expect you to want to help me.
I don’t expect you to trust me and I don’t expect you to forgive me.
But what I want, more than anything, is for you to just accept me.
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Don’t paint me as this perfect girl. The one who’s never done no wrong.
Don’t tell people what I’ve done or who I am. Let people get to know me.
Through my actions and my words.
Then let them judge me and make their minds up on how they feel about me.
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I’m not the girl you think I am. But don’t worry, I’m not the girl I think I am, either.
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