These lines on my skin are reality
These secrets I keep are killing me
The happy-go-lucky girl is a fake
Life isn't perfect, I know
But it's so hard to keep going
When everything seems like a lie
The voices ever clamoring
Saying that I am unloved, that I'm a freak
Which I am not denying as the truth
So you start pushing people away
Sweatshirts and long sleeves in summer
People will grow suspicious for sure
But these red lines on my skin are reality
And the perfect girl they think they know
She's just a pretty fantasy
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Bits of Poetry
PoetrySo, these are a bunch of poems I've written. I don't know if they're any good, so feedback is always appreciated. Thanks ever so! Updated description: These got really depressing because they're mostly about my inner feelings. I'll probably delete a...
