Maybe I’m too angry for my own damn good

Maybe I’m just scared

Scared that if I let you know I like you you’ll fail me

Scared that if we get close you’ll fuck up

or I’ll fuck up

Maybe I’m too blunt for my own good

Maybe I’m too fucking antisocial

Maybe I’m scared of people because if I get close enough you can see right through me

I don’t like being vulnerable cuz then what?

You see the real me and then what?

You won’t want me anymore

You’ll see that I’m this complex being that just seems to be angry but really isn’t

You’ll see this pessimistic person that inside is hopelessly optimistic

You’ll see this hardened girl too scared to feel

Maybe I’ve never grown, maybe I’m still stuck

Still stuck in the past

But that’s over and done with so what am I really doing?

Keeping myself stuck here

I’m not moving because of me and no one else

I was too scared to say anything so I just let you slip away. Silly me.