Curtains behind the Smiles
I feel like every day is a living hell,
that nothing will get better.
That those names callings get worse,
This shows they have no respect...
What did I do to deserve this?
Why is my life miserable?
All these questions run through my mind...
Feeling the words stabbing behind my back,
I get up to fall once more...
I just want to be pretty,
I want to be smart,
I don't want to be me!
I just want to DISAPPEAR!
I just want to stay home,
where nobody can see my ugly scars
Where no one asks questions...
Where I can't be judged.
I HATE MY LIFE!
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