It’s alright.
I didn’t mean it.
I don’t know why you haven’t seen it.
It’s not that I hate you.
It’s not that I’m mad.
And I miss the conversations we had.
It’s easy to see.
We’ve drifted away.
We sit with each other with nothing to say.
I’ve grown up.
But I still love you.
And this may be to much to ask of you.
Because I’m just different.
We’re not the same.
Not the same faces, just same last name.
I’m a little more shy.
You were a little more bold.
I’ve never liked doing what I’ve been told.
I’m not much of a princess.
I’m more of a nerd.
I listen to songs that you’ve never heard.
I never feel lonely.
But I hate to be alone.
I just need someone to make this house home.
And it hurts me to say this.
It hurts to admit.
I’ll never hear the end of it.
But we can’t do this.
I cant go on.
The truth of it all is nothing is wrong.
I am who I am.
Isn’t that enough? I’ve been spoiled, and don’t understand tough.
This isn’t right.
‘It’s not what she does’.
But who I am is not who I once was.
I’m a little broken.
But I know that already.
Its tough but I’ve been holding steady.

It’s alright.
I didn’t mean it.
How could you have never seen it.
I can never hate you.
I’m just a little bit sad.
I’ll miss the conversations we had. It’s sad to see.
We’ve drifted away.
We sit next to each other with nothing to say.
I’ve grown up.
But I still love you.
Just tell me that you’ll love me too.