They stare into my eyes trying to create an image, one in which could never be distorted, to paint a self-portrait; one that doesn't evince me.
I glare at them, that. That's not me, but to them that, that defines me in every way possible.
Stop, stop, stop.
I grab my curls;pulling , knees brought to my chest. I scream out, sob; frustrated with life.
The pain in my chest aches in ways I can't cope with anymore, my tears feel forced. My sobs hurt against my throat.
Please; I beg.
Leave
Me
Alone
Please.
I can't anymore.
Delusional.
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Harry Styles
FanfictionThey think they know you for who you are, but if only they knew that's who you aren't. They only know the told, not the untold. They only see what's in front of the curtain, not the back. They only see you from a glance but don't distinguish the one...
