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I've triedAnd I've triedI've even broken down and criedYes I'm still tryingAnd I've finally stopped crying
Stubborn and partially rude seemed to be what they are used to seeing
, sometimes goofy, flirtatious, and crazy or even causing a scene.
People are oblivious to what lies underneath,
Each and everyday,
I pretend and hide away,
Though many do not see,
That is not truly me.
I wish that I could show,
There's so much that they don't know,
But my past is still not known,
The purest color of all others
The most revealing if stained
Yet this color hides my mind from lurking emotions
Invincible sadness that would otherwise consume my entire being
If you look at me,
You see happiness
You see a smile
You hear a laugh every few minutes.
When you look at me,
You don't see
The pain
The depression
The tears I want to shed
The sins of the mother are what worry me
A cult is what she leads
Psychologically defective
I scream my invective
But what worries me are the seeds
Such things grow in genetics
Such freak heretics
