Literature
Maybe
So what if I run away from everything? Ever thought that maybe I'm not the person you thought I was? Did that even cross your mind? Maybe I'm not ready to fall back into how things used to be. Maybe I've got a lot of things on my mind that I can't seem to sort out. Maybe the person you hung out with as a child was the lie, not the person I am now. Maybe I'm so sick of pretending to be someone, something I'm not, just to keep everyone else happy. Sure I whine, but so do you, more so even. Maybe every stupid little poem or story I've ever written was exactly how I was feeling then. Maybe the words I told you were the lies. Maybe I hate myself m