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Enough


I bottled all my tears to save for rainy days

I put my bad thoughts in a box and sent it into space

 

I framed all my smiles and kept them on display

I bagged up all my feelings and threw them all away

 

I gathered up my hopes and dreams and stored them underground

I grabbed my loud opinions and turned off all their sound

 

I washed my personality until it sparkled gold

I rewired my brain to do what it is told

 

I sold all my happiness and traded it for yours

I stitched my lips together to avoid the verbal wars

 

I rearranged my face and made it pleasing to the eye

I trained my vocal chords to never say goodbye

 

I polished all my manners to get rid of every scuff

I changed my entire being and still I’m not enough

 

Still they measured every inch, the skin, the fat, the teeth

Never bothering to search for what lies underneath

 

So I buy back all my happiness and keep my many scars

And vow to free my feelings from behind these iron bars

 

For even though they judge and hate, all I will ever see

Is perfectly imperfect, flawed and flawless me

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