Put on the make up.
Put on the fake smile.
Wear the slutty outfits, just so i can fit in.
i have to hide the real me, i cant let them see.
all the parties, the guys, the fakeness. i cant do it anymore.
i cant sit there and pretend to be like them.Â
but of course i suck it up and be one of them just so my mother will be happy.
but late at night, when I'm all alone, my mind torments me.
Ill never be one of them i always told myself. but of course i have to be.
just another cut to cover before mom gets home.
when will this hell end?
maybe, just maybe one day I'll get to be the real me.
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secrets
Randomthis book is just a bunch of short stories that ive written and thoughts that go through my head daily and im super sorry if the grammar is bad. lol and this is actually my first published book on here so im super scared. i usuially dont share my st...
