The Unsaid,Said.

You think I'm a child.

Because I act like one, talk like one, show you the lighter side.

Tell you all the unimportant,meaningless secrets so you think you know it all.

Honey, you have no idea what secrets are.

What depth is. How far two people can go to actually touch each other.

My handwriting changes to match yours because I have no idea who I am anymore.

I hate feeling out of place, always having to wonder whether I should be there.

Doubting your own sense of self, the person you like being.

Just because they can't. Stop. Saying. Things. Against You.

Which they do for no reason. 

I'd like to know why.

You think I'm a child.

You couldn't be more wrong.