That sometimes I can actually be really funny?
That the reason I don't smile is that I feel like an idiot?
That making fun of my quietness just makes me pull farther away?
That this "innocent little girl" can hear everything you're saying, even though you send her inside and close the door?
That I understand everything you're talking about behind that door?
That I'm so lonely sometimes I just want to cry and cry and cry, but the tears won't come?
That all it took to make my day was someone saying, "I'm really glad you're here?"
That that was the only time someone told me that?
That I have dreams for the future too, if you would just ask about them?
That all I want is for someone to love me, not because they have to but because they just do