sometimes i just dont understand you
but thats not saying much
most times, i dont even understand myself
but still,
its hard to always question if you did something wrong
its hard not knowing how to place yourself
its easier maybe to be hated
than not know if you are or not
at least theres certainty in knowing
and at least,
you know where you stand
its hard to see
that sometimes you are no one
sometimes you are servant
sometimes you are important
and sometimes you are hated
who am i really?
to you?
scared as i am of knowing what could be the truth
i would rather be hurt knowing
than be hurting not knowing at all