Never Gonna Get Me Back
I hate how people will drift in and out of my life,
like seasons changing.
It becomes so beyond obvious that I'm not good enough for them anymore,
I'm not good enough for myself.
I know I shouldn't go to bed feeling anything less than beautiful and special,
But now I feel neither.
And I'm sorry,
But it was you who made me feel this way.
Ignoring me like I'm just a box of old toys in your attic is what makes people like me self-conscious.
If you love me like you say you do,
You shouldn't be afraid to tell me you miss me.
I get it,
It's deceiving how I come off as a strong girl who can hold it all together.
But I'm actually super concerned of what everyone thinks of me.
I'm not that innocent girl you think I am.
I lost that innocence when I realized that I was more worried about what people would say,
rather than the blood trickling down my leg.
That was when I knew I had lost myself.
Copyright © Alissa Ross | Year Posted 2015
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