I show the world a tough exterior, to prove that I'm not weak, but on the inside, in my mind, there's a weak fu ckin girl, who wants to be loved and treated delicately, but for said person to know, that when push comes to shove, I fight back.
Don't I deserve some happiness too... I used to think so, for some odd reason, and well now, I feel everything and nothing, do you think they can feel that hate burning in my eyes when I look at them, for what they thought was best for me? Us? Them?
They call me sl ut for touching myself frequently during the day, thanks. I feel like a child again living at my moms when she'd put me down for everything I did, nothing was ever right, that's how I feel and they made me like that.