I never was and I'll never be.

I was never the one you wanted.
I was only the one you had.

I am just me,
and I will never be her.

And that leaves me broken.
Because deep inside, you hurt me.
And I still am hurt.
And It will always hurt.
And I would always have to pretend.
But to be completely honest, seeing her every single day, knowing that she's what you perfectly want and she's what I'll never, ever be, kills me; crushes me; destroys me.

"Why can I not."
"Why am I not."
"Who am I not."
"Who am I."

But at the end of it all,
I try to be happy.
Or to look happy, at the least.