Do you want a bite?

I'm...

Oh, wait maybe you could fill in the blanks,
it seem my mind is made of fragments
and i’m not sure how to answer it and surely, you know me better than I know myself,
from the way you judged me and let your judgment cloud your mind and decide, i’m not enough.
Before I had a chance to try

Meet the weakling - always hoping for an acceptance,that she know she’ll never get.No matter what she does to fit in,
always looking up but yet, looking down on herself.

Meet the cynic - who hasn’t met a person who hasn’t sicken her yet. She knows all the tricks of your twisted trade,
the intentions you try to store away and someone whispered in her ear.The secrets of existence or lack of it, as everyone let her fall.

Meet the hitchhiker - always hitching a ride to nowhere..
And always wanting to get there faster,but never wanting to arrive.
Because she’s terrified of what she’ll find,but she can’t stand it here.
Leave the questions,you don’t need the story.

Meet the outsider - who tries to never look in,cause it’s been a while and she’s decided - the normal ways aren’t for her anymore, that doesn’t mean she’s okay, but she alienates every single person she meets. Cause they remind her of someone else she used to know.

Meet the pessimist - who was always told things get better,who was always told to never look down,but as far as she sees it, the glass is half empty and it’ll never be restored.
Her entrails only let her digest the cold hard truth and nothing less.

Meet the optimist - who always tries again and gets her hope up and picks herself up all alone,cause no one ever cared enough to help her.
She lives on the feeling that she’s better off alone anyway and, that her existence isn’t completely pointless.
Even if, that’s not entirely true.

Meet the rock - never showing the feelings that break apart her insides.
She’ll be there to hold your hand and lift you up even if you crush all her fingers and never let the scar tissue heal.

Meet the lover - who gives it her all and never less.
Her heart on a platter,her heart on a tray.
Beating or dead - it’s up to you.

You must really know me, huh?
You must already know that though?
You must.

From the way, you cut glances,when you thought my back was turned and the way you whispered words that your mother wouldn’t want you saying.
Out loud.
But you do.
When I’m in ears shot and she’s not from the way you broke me down and shattered my soul.
You must have looked inside it.
You must have saw it all and decided, that I just couldn’t be enough.
That I just wasn’t worth anything,cause I never got the time to give you that impression.
So, you must have known
You must have f*king known.
From the way you excluded me from things that I never got to even know if I wanted to be part of.



I'm the weakling, cynic, hitchhiker, outsider, pessimist, optimist, lover, and rock, but you must already f*king know that, right?

You must already know the way I won’t accept acceptance,the way, I hate all I’m made of, but how
I cherish myself as the only person who won’t leave - the only person who’s always been there.
You must already know how I feel alone in a crowded room,
you must know the weak spots in my character, from the way you picked them out.


So will you please, fill in the blanks
And introduce me to the person
I hate and hold on to?

Because I obviously don’t know a thing.