03.06.20
Sometimes it feels like my heart is made of glass
Delicate and soft
Shattering when someone yells
It's not my fault I jump
I've seen thing I want to forget
Imagine growing up
To unrealistic expectations
They want you to be perfect
Not taking anything less
Knowing that you'll never amount
Forever a disappointment
Through all the manipulation
All the head fuckery
Sympathising and crying
With Tonya and Azula
Victim or survivor
Sometimes one
Or the other
I feel a mixture of them both
When I get flashbacks
To all the trauma
Marching on
Telling myself it's done
Trying to move on
My what a privilege it must be
To be normal
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