Better to Conceal
Being hurt doesn't matter
Being controlled constantly is the norm
People don't notice how you shatter
Overhearing the other girls cruel chatter
In your mind their whispers brew a strom
Being hurt doesn't matter
Dreams fall to tatters
Armies spewing hate and brutality swarm
People don't notice how you shatter
As your mind bursts, all the memories scatter
But you have to remain in your "okay" form
Being hurt doesn't matter
What would it be like to for once, flatter
Yourself, what would it be like to for once feel secure and warm?
Being hurt doesn't matter
Deal with it. It won't change. Better to just accept the fact that people won't notice how you shatter
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