I sit
I cry
I can't feel
I don't know how
You sit
You love
You smile
While I cry
How do you love
How do you smile
How can you do
You do happiness
You can be you
You can sit
You can be real
You don't have to hide
You don't have to lie
I have to be fake
I have to lie
I can't be who I truly am
I have to be someone else
I have to be what society wants
I have to keep who I truly am in the dark
I can't act like me
When I am with the people who know who I am I can be happy
Whereas you can be happy wherever you go.
I am sorry
I am so fucking sorry
I am such a disgrace
A fucking disgrace
I don't have the right standards
I don't have an ass
I don't have giant boobs
Or a Barbie Doll face
I can't wear makeup without breaking out everywhere
I am sorry I'm not who you want me to be.
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The Stories That Hold the Truth
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