You're not going to want me.

Eventually you'll learn things about me that are uncomfortable.

You'll find out that I'm distant, because I've never had consistent people in my life.

That I don't like my body, because of a comment my father made when I was 9.

You might see that when I'm lost in thought, I'm re-living the moment I found out my best friend was dead.

Or that I need to be held sometimes, because I feel worthless and unimportant.

You'll see the fixed patches in the wall where fists once were, and notice they left the same impact on my mind.

That I'm not confident, because I've been bullied since I was 4.

I'm messy,

and anxious,

and complicated.

You're not going to want me.