The Facade I call Me
Smal town grown, where family is supposed to belong;
fights and rants and screams and ,
but her facade never failed.
Small town got to her, broke her, tore her up,
but her faade held strong.
Emotinally scared, battered, damaged,
a little girl just wanting a family.
But her facade never failed her like they did.
Strong, Beautiful, Worthy, Smart, Powerful,
her facade became her Cryptonite.
It was never easy being the daughter of drugees,
never easy to be the sister of failure,
but her facade kep her strong through it all.
Small town, where facades are born.
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