How could I make you love me.

Wake up.

Brush my hair.

20 minutes.

Still wrong .

Open my wardrobe.

40 minutes .

Crying.

Same old clothes.

Not good enough for you.

Walk to school.

Depressed.

Never fit enough for you.

I flick my hair.

Wave.

Smile.

Giggle.

You walk away.

Tears.

I've been staring at the clock .

Each second that passes things get worse.

I miss you dearly.

Me and you.

Then became me you and her.

You wouldn't recognize me.

I'm different.

I love you .

I want it back.

But I'm me so I won't get it.

And that's ok.

It's grown on me.

Life isn't all it's set up to be.

But that's alright.

If your happy in yourself , truly I will stop. But ignorance is all that's between us .

Yet I feel no bliss.