That's Not Me

People look at me, my face, hear my voice, and tell me I'm emotionless.

That I'm aloof.

But if they read my words they would know that's not me at all.

i have more emotions than I know what to do with.

But people don't know me well enough to understand that.

I maybe I don't show it enough for them to realize it.

i can't help if my face isn't an open book, that I shield my eyes from what's running through my mind.

But if you read my words, you would see that I think about everything, all the time, That I miss that best friend that I lost, that I'm in love with the guy I pretend I don't care about.

That I cried myself to sleep when my last boyfriend broke my heart.

That I have hopes, dreams, fears, worries,

insecurities.

That no matter what people think, that person they describe me as,

it isn't me. It never has been, and never will be.