Why can't anyone see
That its really just a shell?
Do they really think I'm that heartless?
That I REALLY want to be alone for the rest of my life?
How unfair of you, my so called friends,
For you to think this way.
Because I don't whine and lament
About how I don't have
Or haven't had?
You think I don't want?
Would it surprise you if I did?
Would it surprise you if I told you
That secretly all I want is to be loved?
All I want is to be swept off my feet too?
All I want is a man that gets me too?
Would you be surprised If
I told you that I cried everyday?
That when you dont see me,
I am probably crying?
Would you look in shock
If I told you that I am not as confident
As I pretend to be?
But you are my friend
You are supposed to see past all
I see past yours
Why can't you see past mine?