Act ll Scene: dissatisfaction

You talk like you know me. You speak my name and roll your deep breath in and out; acting like you understand what I am. How I became to be, "that girl". You pretend to know the territories of my limits and the difficulties that are tied right along. You present yourself as if you sympathized me, as if you cared; even though you think I'm nothing worth of sympathy. Darling; I see your heart and your naked body, and I know your intent. You shift your eyes and your weight; hoping I wouldn't notice.
I noticed.
You take me for granted; as well as everyone else. But everyone else aren't strangers to me, they can take me for granted because they already know I'm not much. You're a stranger though. And you take me for granted and I don't understand why. Maybe I'm just offended by the idea that now strangers are forgetting me; even when they never knew me.
You label me and my thoughts.
You use me and my thoughts; and claim my feelings as your own. And people love you for it. They love the way you think and act; and write. They love your strange figure. Why do they love you; and never me?
Hell, I made you. And you get the glory.
It's okay though; you might as well continue being me. Everyone loves you (me) while I'll stay quiet and timid; I'll tell no one about this.
You must know though,
I am your limits.
I own your territory.
And I am the difficulties tied to you.

And I will stay away and hidden from you.
Because I am better than you (me)
-all the thanks.

-sarah