Silent cries

I wish that I can find the words to say,
to tell you everything that's on my mind, my heart.
No, you will never understand.
Not in a million years will you understand.
I don't like you judging people by their looks,
there's more to it than just looks.
Just because I don't always mingle with the quiet,
low-profile and invisible crowd,
it doesn't mean I feed on popularity, on attention and on boys.
Boys don't dare make their move on me,
I'm such a cold bitter bitch, they don't mess with people like me.
I do bite, I've got balls and I can pack a punch.
Why worry?
I'm not the kind of girl who wants boys
to woo her and flaunt her fucking assets around.
I'm not the kind of girl who seeks for attention.
I don't dress to impress,
I dress nicely because I want to, because I can.
I'm not a girly girl, I'm one of the boys,
but I don't sell my body and fuck around for money or the pleasure of it.
I don't do clubbing, drinking, smoking or drugs, no, and I never will.
Sure, I love to shop and go out and have a bit of fun,
is having fun a sin now?
Please try to understand,
please try to see,
that I am not what you think I turned out to be.
I can take care of myself,
maybe it's time you have a little faith in me.
I wish I can tell you everything,
but everytime I do, it turns out to be a mistake.
Sigh.
I wish I can tell you everything.
Be my friend, not my foe.
Sometimes it can be so hard to love you.
The more you pull me back, the more I will want to break free.