By Daniella Djiogan
Do you know what’s on my mind?
How do you know I am not pretending?
How do you know if what I show you is the real me?
How do you know that I am not hiding something from you?
You claim you know me, but do you even know whether I love or hate you?
Are my actions that real, that believable?
Am I sincere towards you? Or am I just pretending in order to gain something?
What makes you think that I am good or bad?
I hate it when you say: I know you (concerned)
You are better than this (kinda concerned)
What happened? (really concerned)
You changed (your past self was better)
People like me don’t like your fake concerns
Even if it might be real, I don’t wanna hear it
Your advise seem more like commands to me
Don’t know why it’s that way though
Perhaps my anger took over me
I am just an extremely angry soul
What can I say, I am a hater
I hate, that’s what I do best
Perhaps that’s why I don’t want your goodie2shoe concerns
You advise me so that it makes you feel better
But I know that’s not you
For all you could care less about me
You only want to make me feel better so you can use me.
That’s wrong honey…that’s so wrong!
Cease to say you know me
Instead, try to understand me
But don’t claim my mind
I know myself better than you know me
And I will only show you what I need you to see.
