people like the part of me that I show them....they never loved the real me...they just like the me who put on a show and smile sweetly in front of them while I'm probably burning inside...they like the side of me that present itself to them as a smart and bold lady while may be the other side of me dying in pain....
I am to them a piece of fabric that has beautiful designs on it at the front side and the back part of the same is not liked by anyone,it is neglected because it is messy and scribbled...
people only fall in love with the concept of me as a dashing and charming girl in front of them...they never try to read my eyes...they do not want to know whether I cry....they are least bothered to know if I am broken hearted...
I don't want to be somebody's crush,I want to be loved...I want a person to kiss my scares,to heal my past and to hug me when I cry and to tell me that I am beautiful and I am loved when I would be surviving the worst period of my life...I want someone to love the me I really am and not the concept of me as a sultry woman....
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