It's Not Pretty

You're the one who loved me the most.
Yet you're the one who hates me the most.
You may not mean it intentionally,
but I can tell you do.

You hurt me repeatedly
by telling me you love me everyday.
How could you call yourself my friend?

Do you know how much I hurt because of you?
You act all simple, yet you're so complicated.
I'm envious at the fact you get all the guys.
Even the ones that I seem to fall in love with.

They don't pay no attention to me though.
No, not at all.
They say lies and make up excuses to say they don't want me.
I can tell you're involved.

I know I've made mistakes that may or may not ruined my chances with them.
But I still loved them.
But you don't inderstand.
You take my false happiness as reality.

If you could look inside me,
what would you see?
Trust me, it's not pretty.