Fake People
You feel as if the pain is too much
You think that if you wait one second longer
You might lose yourself entirely
But the truth is, I have been through my own share of pain
I have felt as if my chest has been ripped open
And my heart has been squeezed so tight
That I might not last another minute
The pain is one thing
But the people who have triggered the pain are a whole different story
I remember these people so clearly
These people who went out of their way to make my life
A living hell
Going to school everyday
To hear these people talk so much about me
None of it good
I learned that some people are fake
They act one way one minute
Then the next, they are following everybody else
Calling you all those names
That they promised they would never call you
But they lied... and lost your trust in the process
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