I hate being alone.
But I push people away.
I enjoy the quiet.
But I hate being lonely.
I like being quiet
But I annoy people with how loud I am
I enjoy socializing
But I complain when I don't get left alone.
I hate loud noises
But I blast music through my headphones so loud I'm surprised I'm not deaf.
I hate annoying people
But all I do is blow up people's phone
I love hugs
But I convince people I hate them
I enjoy listening to people talk
But I'll tell them to stop talking
I enjoy crafting
But I'll say I really don't
I like being active
But I'll tell people I just hate running
I love cute things
But I'll pretend I don't
I'm a hypocrite towards myself. And a fraud to others.
Because honestly, the me I convince people I am is just so much more interesting to people than who I actually am.
But maybe I should start acting like who I am.
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Me.
PoeziePart 3 of my thoughts. Subject: Me(A) Description: Little bits and pieces of a depressed teenager trying to make the best of life.
