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You see the glow first. The radience of it. It lights up the darkness. A star in the sky. It happens every day and you bask in its beauty. The thing that brightens up people's lives.
you began to undress me and as each button of my blouse becomes undone a sliver of some imperfection slips past my possessions that once possessed me settle in a pool around my ankles
Every day single, I fake my life Not in my morals, or my personality. What's fake are my emotions. The ones that I choose to show, but in reality it's this mask I choose to wear.
I rap like a rapper I Po et like a poet My mind is abstract But who really knows it If I am a box A square full of roses Concealed to the world Who really knows it?
The universe where entropy increases, chaos is truth. I am the strong and the weak force which try to stabilize the inner elements of the heavens,
Makeup is on
I hide behind a curtain I try to conceal my fears I smile on the outside I deceive my fellow peers I am dying in a prison I am trapped inside my mind
I choose life over death. I choose living with the rest. Fighting, fighting through hell. Ringing all these bells for help.
Never confident in my skin Thinking of who I could have been Tried to blend into the scene To be a prop, a little thing Hiding from the judgment and hate Worried even about the things I ate
Helpless. An intense electrical pain filters through my scared body. My unlucky limbs become violently uncontrollable. Shaking. Trembling. Tense. Afraid. I scream in my head for it to stop!
How difficult is it to simply be ourselves? At a young age we're all taught that who we are isn't enough- Not tall enough, they say. Not pretty enough, they say. Not smart enough, they say.
We all wish for comfort, by any way we can receive it. We long for it. We ADORE it. Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain you say? That curtain may mean the world to him.
They think I am tough, they think I am mean, But many things aren't as they seem. I am a soft-hearted, teary-eyed girl. I am not like the rest of the world. I want to love with open arms,
Innocence born, maintain, keep it warm. Show the world this innocence incarnate, the world will see and start to hate. They'll laugh and point saying "you won't get some",
I don't know what I want. Making plans, I feel stable. But he sees concrete. I am not concrete. He is the wind and I can't Fly without a map. I am a river,
As I Lay here Dead Taking all the hits. Just One time I wish you missed. So I can rest a ill from all this beat.