You look and smile at me
and yet I smile back.
But in reality, you're just hurting me.
Talking about the people you love
when I'm thinking about is
how I'm not better.
Better than them.
You say that I'm cute and sweet,
but in reality, it's probably all just an act.
No one knows me.
Not even me.
And yet you kept convincing me.
I always appreciated the things you do.
But in the end, I'm no match for them.
I'm just an angel.
An angel who is only there when you need her.
When really, she just wants you to notice her more...
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