I'm sick of people praying for me
And saying to me
That they feel the same way as me
Because in reality
They don't know me
They don't know what's been done to me
Or what I've done to me
They can only see
What they want to see
And be who they want to be
So if they want to be me
Then believe me
They will never be free
For there's a price to pay to be set free
And as for me
I set the price you see
To never be happy
As long as I am me
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful Enough To Frame
PoetryTwo years in the making. Two years of my life put into words. There is nothing more left to say.
