"I wanna see you be brave." - Sara Barailles

Do you not think it hurts us?
Do you think we don't see it?
Do you think we've given up on you?

Somewhere out there is someone who cares, someone who wishes to make you smile, make you happy, to get a glimpse of your accommodating side. But why won't you let us in?

I go to school each day, and I see people being insecure of who they are, how they look, their grades, themselves. Afraid of being judged, being ostracized, being nobody. And I go home and look at all their rants, about the times they curled up at a corner and cried, the times when they said no one was there for them, the times they hated themselves.



We see it, you know. We feel it. Do you think we don't want and give you a hug? To share a tub of ice-cream with you?

But why do you just push us away?

We are scared for you. We hate knowing the fact that you are troubled, yet we can do nothing about it. And it hurts, so bad.

I just want to be there for you.


I love you for who you are. Always.

Have you ever seen yourself in a mirror when you smile, when you laugh, when you talk? Do you not see how lovely you look when you are happy? You will never see your true self. Only we will.

I just want to tell you that I'm here for you. That you are gorgeous, just the way you are.

But can you see it?