it's not me

it's not me that you lvoe.
you love the smile and the laugh i paste onto my face.
you love how i look at you, eyes constantly searching for answers.
you love my talents; my writing, my music, my voice, and my touch.
it's not me that you love.
you love my beauty; the way my hair falls, my eyes, my shape, the way i look in the sun.
you love my energy and my spontaneous outlook on life.
you love the way i love others.
it's not me that you love.
you've fallen for an act, a show, a living lie.
you don't hear my thoughts and you don't see my tears.
you don't feel the empty, solitary longing for a friend.
you don't understand me either, and so i put on a show for you too...
not knowing what is in my heart, numb to my thoughts,
it is my belief that you will walk away.
not because you want to, but because you'll have to just to stay sane.
so...it's not me that you love,
but...i love you.