I know that you think that if you sell your soul,
That it will help you to reach your goal.
But I can see it in your eyes,
All of the fear behind the disguise.
I know that you say that it is enough,
But I know what you are going through is really tough.
I know that you think that you are better off dead,
But maybe its just something that someone has said?
I know that you think that you are just a display on a shelf,
Only seen by others and only ever loved by yourself,
Only seen through the eyes of hate,
And never let out of the stereotype gate.
But if you choose to have your memory swiped clean,
Then make an effort to remember this one thing:
'Its better to be hated for who you are than loved for someone you are not.'
That is all that you have to remember. Thank you. FULL STOP.
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Plastic Roses And Fake Love Songs
PoetryA collection of my favourite pieces of poetry. All written by me, please do not steal them. My poetry is dark, if you have anything nasty or judgemental to say then please take it elsewhere.