Who I am
Someday,someone will understands me,
He’ll properly thinks I’m a weirdo at the first place,
But no ones will understands what I was going true,
It is hard when you look OK, and say that too, but in your hart you’re breaking.
It’s killing you,
And you no what, I’m done with it.
I’m done with being the kid whit the beg problem,
I’m done with making other people smile,
And I’m so done with being someone that I want to be,
My friends think that I’m the perfect girl,
But I am acting,
And the weirdest thing of all,
I can’t stop it.
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