I
put down the mascara, and
close
the lid.
I open my
door into the night.
We link arms, and hold
eachother tight.
We get there, everyone looks our way,
I smile and wave, trying to get noticed.
But somehow somthing gets in
my way.
Its more of a someone than a something,
She's gorgous, and funny,
Flirty and sweet,
Whats wrong with me?
I rush to the bathroom,
As i silently cry,
My black tears stain my face.
I'm done crying over this.
She cant do this to me anymore.
I whisper to myself,
As i pull open the door
To face my decision.
Because at the
end of the day,
I would rather be myself,
Then be someone i'm not,
Just to be noticed,
By people who arent interested
In the real me.
Hope ya likee, Trulyy how someone
i love is feeling. SaMaNtHa
I put down the mascara, and close the lid. I open my door into
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