For your kind words I can go miles,
and for a smile I can kill,
I just want to be liked,
maybe even loved,
so when you say I am dreadful
or mean,
I fall on my knees,
rip open my veins and
flash my heart toward you
and scream;
"I'm not. I'm not. I'm not,
SEE(!)."
if you then still say I am cruel,
insensitive
I wrap my arms around your legs
and plead;
"Don't go, I can be nice, let me show you."
if you then leave me there
on the floor,
thinking,
I will lick my wounds,
wrap myself up
and kick myself for not being better,
nicer, cuter or some other way
that would have made you like me,
maybe even love me.