Feb 22, 2012 20:49
i don't know if i'm easily read.
i don't know if all that i am is written on the surface.
i don't know if anyone can look at me and know exactly what to say to me.
i don't know how many people i will let walk away.
i don't know how much of my vulnerability is left for someone to take.
i don't know how low my self esteem is.
i don't know how i can trust people anymore.
i don't know why i think i should forgive but i cannot.
i don't know how to forget either.
i don't know what i want.
i don't know how i am, because i've been too busy pretending.
i don't know who i am.
i don't know why i am writing this.
i don't know why you are reading this.
i don't know you.
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