The saddest part of being me

I don’t feel hate for those who left me,
I don’t feel anger for those who used me,
I don’t feel true for those who make stories about me,
But I feel sad they didn’t have the time to know me,

I didn’t feel helpless when they dumped me,
I didn’t feel weak when they pushed me far away,
I didn’t even felt alone when they went away,
Because I knew in my heart some of them ought to be there to stay,

I never felt glad when they forgot my name,
I never felt sad when I hear them play and say that love's just like a game,
I never felt happy without them on my side,
Because I know how lucky I am to have them with pride,
People are people they all make me see, that I can be happy by just being me,

I never ever felt contented and just pretend it’s everything but lies,
But the saddest part of being me is knowing those things I can only see,
And though it doesn’t bother me I’m still different because this is me,
And though I can soar high like a bird, I still choose to remain in the ground,
Because the saddest part of being me is that I know what others think about me,
And it hurts because they don’t really have the time to discover me,
And they didn’t have the chance to be with me but still they continue to judge me,
And just see the shallow side of my life and me, this is the saddest part of being me