Even if they hate it
I'm not who everyone thinks I am
I'm not the perfect polished daughter,
I'm not the version of me they find easiest to love.
My smile was forged by my own mother.
My tears were coated with a thick layer of optimism
My despair was the only thing that felt honest.
But I’m done.
I’ll be myself,
Even if the people I love the most
Hate me for it.
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