I do it, because I want to be loved.
I, disgustingly, acted this way.
Because I want to be loved.
I know very well.
That if I were to strip my 'mask' and lay 'myself' bare to the world, they won't love me anymore.
I know very well.
That if I were to be 'myself', it was never enough to make them look at 'me' in the first place.
It's my fault who decided to pretend.
It's my fault who's always hoping.
It's my fault who's always begging.
For you to look at me.
For you to love me.
For you to remember me.
It's always me.
It has always been me.
It's never been your fault, mom.
-Written : 28 December 2023-
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Bits & Spices
RandomNot a story, just bits of pieces of my life. Will probably update if i got the feels and mood.
