I Want

"You need a boyfriend, or a husband, ASAP."
"Sure, let me go to the store and pick up a fresh one."

I want,
Someone who sees me on my bad "Einstein" hair day,
When I'm hating the world,
When I thrash around,
When I am nothing but a lazy ass buritto,
When I want to do nothing but lay around,
When I am fangirling,
When I wear nothing but yesterday's clothes (that may smell like raccoon),
When I'm plotting the world's domination,
When my cheeks and belly are flabby,
When I want to smother him to death with pillows.

Sees me beneath this physical,
Who knows I am a bipolar person,
Who knows my depression,
Who doesn't even amused by my piercings,
Who knows I am crazy,
Who can handle my craziness,
And still can say,
"I am in love with this girl."

Of course they don't.
Of course they don't see beneath the physical per se.

And that is one of the reason I don't believe in guys,
And love.

I wonder if people could see the psychotic crazy fangirl who has the thought of killing people at least 10 times a day beneath this perfectly-masked teacher?

NOPE. OF COURSE NOT.