People say I am strong, when really I am just shodowing the weak.

People say I care too much, when my heart is obsolete.

People think I speak too much, but its only to hide that I am a coward. 

Most people view me as genuinely sweet, when its only a mask for my sorrow.

Being real is the hardest thing to really master.

In some cases though telling the truth is so much faster.

Regardless of how real or fake, it still dont measure.

For some people are only in it for their own pleasure.

People say I am the best, when I am really nothing but a flaw.

People want to love me, but yet always leave me to fall.

People say I am mad, when really I am just not satisfied.

People assume that I am unreachable, but im so easily gratified.

But to love someone, it takes time to grow.

All anyone really wants is to really know.

So people will say what they want to say

but no one really knows who will go or stay.

So people can say whatever they please,

but there is only one true person, that can be me.