No One Told Her

I need to hear things to believe them
Otherwise there must be no truth in them
And I'll never, ever believe it
If no one tells me they'll miss me
If I ran away and moved to Scotland
I'll sigh and say no one cared, I'm alone
I'd believe that because I heard myself say it
That no one loved me enough to drag me home
Or quell my thoughts of leaving in the first place
So I could go somewhere new and start over
Why in Scotland, people wouldn't know me
Thus, they wouldn't hate me
I'd be the person everyone told they liked
Because I was what they wanted me to be
Then this person writing this poem
Would be long lost and stolen away from you
Because no one told her