The Real Me
I’m standing limp in the dark
My skin is all bruises and cuts
I can feel the pain in me, pushing away my other feelings away
To others, when they’re angry, I think I bring them down
It must be annoying, I guess
I sometimes wish I had left
But it’s not going chase their sounds
Because I know that people treat my differently
And it hurts when they curse words at me
Confiscated pain
It’s what I have gained
With the people going at me, it’s like I’m in a game of war
People could think ‘What a bitch!’ but not say it to my face
They might whisper, “What a piece of shit,” behind...
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