I speak.
I say my words.
You say your words.
You have no idea why you are telling me the truth.
Yet you think i am so far away...
I know exactly who you are and what you do.
Yet why you seem so different.
Its like you're too scared to admit to the ones who surround you that you're not like them.
You speak.
I am shocked.
Yet you don't know who i am.
You think i am amazing.
Yet you're so close to me and treat me like dirt.
Like a throw rug, whenever i need a clean you'd beat me.
Always a terror to me and a bully of pure evil.
Yet this conversation is developing into something...
If i tell you will you hate me or love me...
I continue for a while.
Meet you in disguise you love me.
Then in the end i tell you.
We be together.
Like a fairytale, but somethings do need some magic to work.
Like how i ever got the courage.
