what can you tell me

You don’t get to say you like me the first time we meet

You know nothing behind these loud laughs and giggles

You don’t get to say I’m your sunshine when all I have been was rain

You don’t get to flick a stone at the pillar I just made and expect it to easily fall over

You don’t get to tell me how I am when you know nothing about me

You don’t get to question me of my being when this is what I have always been

You only know half of what I wanted to show you, and that’s not even half of what I am