Acceptance
She lives in denail
its not hard to see
the way her callused hands twist at the broken buttons of her shirt
shes damaged
failing her self and everyone around her
But shes a believer
she wishes on every star every night, hoping, wishing, praying...
shes crying
Hes determined, gets straight A's and is always aiming for the top
but he suffers
with life and living in it
he's tried and confused
hes fustrated and broken
hes screaming at the world for making him believe hes not ok
they just want acceptance
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