What Makes Me, Me

I'm not what you call simple by any means I have a sense of complexity that no one has ever really gotten to know save but one. Elizabeth was her name and she is the most amazing girl who will always have my heart. I started to believe that she was the one girl I could trust my heart with. but it turned out i couldn't she  found my scars to be hideous. I feel all to often like the phantom that hides behind his mask. I have so much to offer but i hide because i have been rejected far to many times by the world. I really trusted her more than anything she was the one girl that didn't find my likes to be gay but cared. I'm just sorry that I couldn't make her feel happy. but she will always have my heart.