what's the point in being perfect cause little miss perfect was never me she isn't even a word I use to describe myself anymore then again do I know what's real and what's fakeI mean I'm fake I act all smiles and bubbly and annoying in front of people but yet when no one is around I fall apart like a porcelain doll that fell out of the display caseFalling apart while the world's watching eyes are closed behind a doorthe door is my shield from the world it's harder to stand and take every word it's like bullets going straight for your heart if you aren't carefulMy brain is more impactful compared to the bullets than the words are it delivers bigger blows compared to thoseAll on my own with most of this impact nothing to shield it but a door to keep me from being seen No one sees me break down anymore why cause I don't let them because I have to stay strong I'm like one of the guys or one of the "boys" now right Thoughts become thorns that stab and jab at you and tangle you up till you can't leave their grasp cause they don't want you tothen again many people want you to think they like you so they can become sharper than those thornssometimes it does hurt but in others, it feels numbSomething tells me the thoughts are warnings that I'm refusing to hear from my brain since I just wanna listen to my heart instead because my head or brain got me into some stupid situationswhy don't try to be enough for yourself they say but it's hard to that if you hate your body, your personality, the front you put up, and your flaws like seriously yeah easy to say JUST LOVE YOURSELF ALREADY but listen to yourself because you listed off reasons you can't like come on take baby steps to learn to walk again and then try saying that again
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Late-night crying sessions
Non-FictionI hope this helps you as much as it helps me because it's completely all of my random thoughts but it sucks I'm sorry
