You don't know me.
You know who you see, who I want you to see. But you don't see the real me.
You don't see the girl who has anxiety attacks while driving to work because she doesn't trust her ability to do her job.
You don't see the girl who questions everything people tell her because she doesn't trust what she hears.
You don't see the girl who looks in the mirror and hates what she sees, so she doesn't eat for days on end.
You don't see the girl who cries when she's alone, for no reason.
You don't see the girl who doesn't sleep at night because she's to busy thinking of what could go wrong tomorrow.
You don't see the girl who has scars on her body from all the times she didn't feel like she was enough for someone... Or herself.
You don't see the girl who is afraid of herself, and her thoughts, and what she is capable of doing to herself.
... All you see is the girl who I want you to see. The girl I wish I could be.