You Think

You think you know me. Who am I to tell you that you don't?

We all have separate stories, false happiness, fake friends. We're so caught up in what's "popular", we don't focus on what really matters.

Burying my thoughts and hopes and dreams in order to get your approval.

But your approval doesn't really matter, does it? I'm my own person, and you are too.

I see you, putting on makeup for hours every morning. I see the you that you let others see, the part who follows the crowd, but that's not you.