Who You Thought I Was

Are you angry that I'm stubborn
That I do things on my own
That, before you came along,
I was okay with being alone?

Are you angry that my world
Is not set on only you
Or because sometimes running away
Seems like the right thing for me to do?

Are you angry that I'm scared
Of the thought of being your bride
And that I try to mask it as much as I can?
But some things you cannot hide

Are you angry that my feelings
Don't match your definition of love
Or are you angry most of all
Because I'm not who you thought I was?