Leave Me
You may never know, why I am the way I am
or why I am so quiet at times, or maybe why I get angry so sudden
and you may never know why I am so rude
Why my words hurt more than a bullet between the eyes,
or why my glares are considered lethal, but I promise you
One day, you will know, and then, I hope, you can see me still
So many go blind to me, so many leave my side
When I tell them who I am and why I tend to lie about being, “fine”
They go def to my voice, when I begin to speak, when the only thing they can hear
is the sound of my heart feeling too weak, and, I hope, when you know about my past
That your eyes are still open and your hearing will always last
I have seen people lose me on purpose, I am not a small child in the mall
They like to think I don't notice, but I do when I begin to fall
I know I walk in my own world, where the clouds are always black,
but I need to know you will stay and you will never give me back
You may never know why I am the way I am
or why I do the things I do
But if I ever decide to say it, I need to know you won't leave me too
-Chloe Aldecoa