Untitled

I'm glad that you can't see me.
It's a relief to know
that you can't see the tears
that you make me cry.
I couldn't bear to watch you
worry about me and my fears.
It's because I'm not really worth
the trouble;
At least that's what I've been told.
And I guess that I believe it
because I've never been told otherwise.

I don't know why I keep coming back to you.
It's not like it makes me happy
anymore.
I'm tired of faking
this absurd smile.
I want a real smile,
I want to be happy
I want to not want you.
I thought I could stand it.
I guess I thought wrong.

I have no idea where the hell this came from. Maybe past emotions, because it's not like I haven't felt this way before. Hm... Maybe, maybe not. Don't rightly know. It will stay untitled for now.