I’m so tired of people thinking they know who I am.
You’ve never even asked about my hopes, my dreams.
How can you know me?
You don’t know the thing that scares me the most.
You don’t know how many times I’ve cried myself to sleep.
You don’t know how many times my feeble heart’s been shattered.
You don’t know how I yearn to be loved with a love like Jesus’.
You don’t know how much i want to be desired, to be cherished.
You don’t know that I’m just a girl.
You don’t know that I bleed just the same as everyone.
I bleed, I burn, I perish, I cringe—
At the disdain in your eyes,
At the sound of discouragement in your voice,
At the thought of not living up to my dreams.
At the emptiness of my hand yearning to be held.
But you don’t care enough to know that
In the very depths of my soul,
Lies an innocent little girl
Who was always pushed away
But me, I’m no one
You can just keep on walking
Because I don’t need anyone who doesn’t believe in me
Who doesn’t wanna see me succeed.
Who doesn’t love me for me.
Who could care less if I survive
That you put me through.
I don’t even want you to look my way
You don’t deserve the privilege,
but that’s okay
I kinda like the thought
of your regretting how
You abandoned me.
Keep on looking
I hope it burns
when you remember all that I am.
One of a kind.
They don’t make reproductions of me.
So it’s your loss.