People ask me why I daydream
But if you ask me, they should be asking me what I daydream about
People daydream about the things that they wish would happen
I dream about a life where I’m not myself
I dream of a life where I get to be the pretty one
A life where I get the guy rather than get hurt
……A life where I’m happy
Truly….happy
Whenever my friends ask me am I okay, instead of saying yes I say,
“I don’t think that I’ll ever be okay.”
Most of the time I don’t know why I act the way I do
I haven’t talked to some of my friends that I used to talk to every day in a weeks
I try to change, I try to become better
But I sadly end up right back to where I am now
Change is a hard thing to do
However, to be honest
I don’t want to change
I like being who I am
I realize that some people don’t like seeing me upset
But just because I don’t wear a smile like I do a shirt
Doesn’t mean that I don’t feel alright
I’m fine
I mean it this time