me vs. myself

if i ever had to explain why i never write highly of myself, i doubt i could do it. i`m not entirely sure. maybe because the girl i see is different then what others do. it`s kinda like going the wrong way down a one way street. you`ll never be right. sometimes i feel like i`ll never be right when it comes to myself. everyone wants to tell me that i`m something different. kinda like my opinion is always wrong. i wonder, because i`m me. only i would no. so i`m sure my opinion is held a little more accountable then yours.
i wish i could find someone, kinda like me. someone that nobody quiet understands. someone everyone thinks they have figured out, but in retrospect have no idea. they only think what they see. maybe we`d get each other, our feelings could be mutual.

me vs. me.
bitchy yet an awakening attitude,
you`ve held the world on your shoulders, and you`ll turn your back on it.
seems like you`ve never cared when it came to that.
you belong in your mind, certain things shouldn`t be said.
you always find a way though.
if a conscience could be purchased i say you should be first in line.
a touch cynical, and overly high strung.
you over-react any chance you get.
and any slight piece of misery, you take it.
it makes you content.
you both have a mutual love for each other.
maybe the only one who`ll ever truly love you.
you walk with a smile and a handful of laughs,
i guess smiling through the pain makes it a lot easier.
kinda like an alter ego.
it`s better to have two sides.
you`ve learned how to keep them separate.
keep in mind you`ll always hold your head high.

" you love to find peoples buttons, and push them. "

just another piece that makes you tick.

with all the more i could say, we`ll leave it at that. . .