What a broken sad little thing

It amazes me how some people can easily ask for help, or confide their fears and secrets just like that;

When I have to do it all alone.

Well for the most part it annoys me, but okay I'll just say it amazes me too.

Our eyes create standards for beauty. So tell me, how much of the world have you seen?

She bowed and the crowd roared. I heard murmurs of praise, but I was unmoved.

Did I go blind or did I finally see?

Majority laughed and I simply thought, "What a waste of time"

Does it make me arrogant?

I fake applauses to appeal "nice" and "approachable". I did it for years. But I'm tired of it. I'm tired of faking it.

If I like you, I am telling you. If I don't, I won't talk to you. I won't encourage your stupidity but I will tell you the truth

He watched me learn how to bike. & when I fell he didnt move an inch. It took a lot of courage but I mastered it. Thats when I saw him smile.

And I think that's why it's always been difficult for me to ask for "help"

Just when I thought I was doing good, I see someone else stumble and get all the help in the world,

When I had to do it all alone.

I won't laugh if I find it corny. I won't reply if I find it pointless

Ask me where I want to eat and I will name a restaurant. But I won't push it on you.

Ask me what I want and I will tell you. Run away and I won't chase after you.

Marshall pushed me too hard I guess. He pushed me even more when he knew I was scared.

What a broken sad little thing