I think its funny how you think I care, what other people think. That you need to be my protector from the world around me. Know this, dear friend, the world is cruel, but you already knew that. I understand you don't want me to live a life you live. A life of hiding, constantly hiding behind the facade of a happy face and "normal" views. Yet what you can't seem to grasp is I live that life everyday. I know the feeling of backbiting, the feeling of someone noticing a flaw in your disguise. I know how to hide, I've done it my entire life. I know how to protect myself, I just want my friend back. The one who I felt I could tell anything to, the one who didn't mind seeing me all the time. Someone to talk to when I'm feeling down. Someone to talk to when I'm feeling happy.
I don't need you to be my protector friend, I need you to be my friend.
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