i wish that someone would care for the real me.
not the person striving to be perfect,
not the quiet little girl who always sits still,
past the exterior of my school life,
but, the real me.
the person i am when i have to hide my eyes during horror movies.
the person that i am while i dance around my kitchen, baking treats to give my friends just to remind them that i love them.
the person that i am while i sing taylor swift lyrics while covering my desk with stickers.
when i stay up late giggling on the phone with my friends,
and when I laugh so hard that i snort.
but, there’s even more to me than that.
there’s pointless rants,
there’s boring rambling,
there’s sadness,
there’s moments when i just want to be alone.
i wish that someone would care for the real me.