Some say I'm suicidal
But it's not who I am...
Some say I'm loud
Yet I barely talk...
Some say I'm easy
yet I'm dead scared
to tell you who I am..
Why do you assume
who I am,
If you don't know..
Don't judge over my cover
because inside I scream...
to be loved and appreciated
to not be laughed at or talked about
to show I feel
and I'm aware you talk,
so please don't whisper
when I turn around and walk
because this girl
you see in the hall
is the only who knows
what I feel and what i am and am not.
