People think I'm a pick-me girl, craving attention. But maybe I am just a girl who doesn't like who she is. Maybe I just need some validation. Maybe I just want to be noticed, for once in my life Be seen. People say I have trust issues And maybe they're right. But maybe I'm just scared. If you've been torn apart, shredded, tossed away and replaced, hurt and broken and shattered by someone you loved, Maybe you change. Maybe you see that people will throw you away like a piece of paper replace you the minute they find someone better. People think I'm selfish, want someone all to myself. Maybe it's because I think that if my friends have other friends, they don't need me, not like i need them. So if something happens, they have people to help them up. If they leave me, I'll be all alone. Maybe I'm wrong, and maybe some day I'll get over it. But maybe I'll just always be a scared little girl.
Ik this has no rhythm whatsoever but i didnt rly think much when i was writing this. I just wrote.
