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If loving you is Wrong
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Ongoing, First published Jun 26, 2015
This poem is written by David Huey
edited by: Destinee Wilson
If I turned around and walked away, would you notice I'm gone,
Would you even care?
When you look at me, do you see the smile on my face,
Or do you see the tears I fight to hold inside?
Do you see a strong, willful woman I portray,
Or the scared little girl who never quite goes away?
If I broke down and lost all control,
Would you know how to handle me,
Would you hold me 'til I stop shaking,
Kiss away all of my tears?
Would you know how to lift me up
From a place far below recognition?
You see me as strong and caring
But I'm so much more.
I'm sad,
I'm lonely, 
I'm unpredictable,
I'm broken,
I'm irrational,
I'm complicated.
You say you want me, 
But you don't even know.
You see who I let you see,
Who I've always let you see,
But what about the real me,
The everyday me,
The girl who never seems to get anything right
The one who could break down at any given moment
If loving you is wrong.
then is that why  sing such a sad song?
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