Only Those Who KNOW Me, Know Me
The way my eyebrows arch
And the way the corners of my lips tilt south
Many assume that I'm rude
a bitch
a groutch.
My presence demands respect
however my interior is actually soft and pleasant
They don't care to know me
And I don't care to know them
Cause if I did, we would've been friends
*sighs*
I'm just not what they wanna see
A confident girl who isn't always smiling gleefully
My curtain is see through
You can see me and I can see you
What you see is what you get
So if you dont like it, you can step.
I'm just a complicated being.
My personality speaks kindness
But my attitude is "I don't give a fuck" at its finest
So whether someone wants to "see me" or not, is up to them
Cause I've always been here.
I'm just selective when it comes to friends.
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