Would you miss me?
Would you miss me?
Have I impacted the people I have meet to the point where they would grieve me?
I have been sad, lonely and I wish I had the courage to leave
But I must ask before I go
Would you miss me?
But how could you, for many do not know the real me,
You know the disguise,
One I have built up to keep myself safe,
Safe from the hurt.
I’m afraid that if I showed the real me,
I would not be accepted,
But instead faced with the bitter hurt of rejection.
So how could you truly miss the me you do not know.
If I left could you ever miss me?
How could you ever know me?
But if you were one of the few who did know me
Would you truly miss me?
Could anyone truly care about me if they truly knew me?
Because if you could and would,
Then I might stay.
