Pretending.

why can't i accept my fate as your object of hate? i know it's much too late for an inner change of state. this is the person that i am it's not any sort of sham. take it or leave it no need to squeeze it or shake. tell me the person you'd like me to make i can't keep telling myself it's you. because its me. this is just how its meant to be. me wanting you seemingly flaunting my dreams that you're haunting they don't leave. you're my favourite pet-peeve. completely out of my league. you dont even notice me. alone. the girl with the broken smile im the non-existant one while your out there having fun screaming out your name they're obsessed with your fame. and i just like you without a real reason. i just wanted you to notice me pretend you wanted me there. pretend there was something we could share because its always been a game of pretend. that way the breaking is fake and i wont have to mend. but when your so good at faking it pretend can feel real. i can't be you're only one i can't be anyone. you don't want me to. i always play the fool. i dont bend i break. and it stopped being so easy to make it up.. love michelle