hurts

sometimes it hurts to think about the small things you dislike about me, and sometimes all I can ever think is how can it be... I'm a mess and a wreck. I can't do the simple things they can, and trust me, I can see you're not a fan. you don't seem to care about the pain I go through, I try to express it, and you seem to hide it and tell me it isn't true. I fell victim to the lies you say about me, because, in truth, I really never felt free. Do you want to know the real me? Well, either way, it's time for me to let you see... I am a girl you criticize every day, with nothing ever nice to say. You remind me of how different I am to our own, if only it was known...