There's a million things about me you don't know
Like I can never wear socks to bed
Or that I chew my lip when I think
Or that i’m a bit of a clutz
That I love scary movies
But have to watch it muted as it scares me too much
I’m a hopeless romantic
Yet I don’t believe in love
I try to act tough
But when i’m alone i’m sensitive and sweet
The real me
I think about things way too much
And try to make everyone happy
When I go to bed i’ll cry myself to sleep
As I think of all the bad things about me
I take on more than i can handle
And speak before I think
So i’m sorry to those who've had the tail end of it
I’m a little insecure
Worried about what people think about me
Well thats just me
There's still a million more things to me
But you’ll just have to figure them out as you go.
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I believe that good things fall apart so better things can fall together, its just about waiting around long enough for those better things. My old opuss was Hafy.
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