the sorry truth keeps me awake
its getting more than i can take
ill try to release, everything which isnt me, oh
child, you know I'd walk an extra mile
even fake the happiest smile
just to please you while
dont you know it gets hard?
hiding all these scars
tryna fit into your mold of how you like every thing to go
with your fries, between your thighs
i find myself crying all the time
the truth is ill never be what you truly want or need
my real self is begging to be freed
people can change but i never seem to leave
girl, you dont know a thing
i watch in the shadows
all the time passing by
who am i deep down, since i met you
i dont know anymore, thats my truth
I've changed, and i know its not so great
because deep down, you take my breath away
you took who i thought i was, replaced
and you continue to take who i am
through every broken shard you see through me
can i just have a little space
maybe be alone in an unknown place
cause darlin, im tired of changing my face
and my thoughts, see you thought id accept those ideas
but listen here, my dear, since im never clear
im a motherfucking conservative
for christ sake, ill never be open to those things
so what makes you think that we'd actually work
and tell me what you see
cause i just cant agree
now here i am thinking things
and im crying, whats left of me
i dont want to be what you want, no i really dont
but the pressure's tearing down on me
my girl, dont you know i just want to be me
so i cry hoping i dont dream, of who will replace me eventually...
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Twisted
PoetryThis is just an emotional outlet for me. P.S. I think I might be bipolar. It is completed until I feel like writing another poem, which I might tomorrow. Please, don't steal any of my work. Thank you **Images are taken from the internet. I do not o...
