You see, they wear masks
Their real selves are hidden deep inside them, 
behind a door only they have the key to. 
They decide who sees and who doesnt
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We all change ourselves to depict societies image but we only give them exactly what they want,
Perfection. 
Then they change their view of perfection to watch everyone scramble to be it once again. 
Its a game that I refuse to play.
Its okay to be different.
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I held a blade to my wrist seven times today.
I've held the blade there many times before but never moved it.
Never cut.
I don't have the guts to create cuts on my limbs.
I won't give them what they want.
They want to see me crash to the ground.
They would love to see my heart shatter all around.
Millions of pieces falling without a clatter.
Because that's another thing they want.
They don't want to hear or see you break.
They just want to know that you did.
They don't care about you.
Did they ever?
Attention whore.
Emo trash.
Ugly faggot.
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but what do words do?
Oh,
I will tell you what they do.
They do what the speaker wants them to.
Intentions leave impressions.
On hearts that need mending.
The girl who was never loved. 
You call her an attention seeking whore?
Well, I see a girl who just wants that guy or girl who will love her unconditionally.
Emo trash?
No, no.
I see a person who embraces their differences and wants change.
You just called that guy an ugly faggot?
He might have been beaten by his parents and suffered for years with his battle remains on his face.
Did you know any of those people personally?
I bet you didn't.
Then why judge if you don't know what has happened to them.
Paybacks a bitch, mate.