what's wrong with you?
I've been asked that question many times, and everytime, I wanted to reply,
my body
I've been placed in the wrong body
or maybe it was me
I've been told I mess everything up, isn't that right?
my mind is so shriveled
every puzzle piece is forced to fit into one another
and after a while, the pieces learn their way around
they fake smile, until a boy shows up
and you think he would make things better, just like he promised
but he realised after a while, he kept on asking himself this question, what's the matter with you? why do I even bother?
Bryce, you never gave a single shit about me, you were a serious stalker and followed me wherever I went and I was the fucked up one right?
bryce, this is for you
you told me lies and forced me to do things that I didn't want to do
you told me I was fierce and sexy but in reality, I was nothing
the puzzle pieces became so jammed, some started to fall out of place, and then so did I
but you wanted me to be the woman you fell in love with
love
what a misused word
did you love me?
or did you love my body and my senseless way of ignoring everybody?
you loved the woman figure of me, not the real me
but I understand why you didn't want to know me
I'm a lost girl looking for a high wherever and you are too
bryce, I know there's an empty place in your heart that told you I'm the one, I thought the same thing
but once you almost threw yourself over a cliff because I didn't want to go to dinner with you;
I asked myself the same question everybody does
what's wrong with me?
