This is not the real me
You look but you dont see
You judge without knowing the real me
Walking through the schools hallways at a fast pace
Wondering if people notice this smile is just a mask on my face
I walk as though I am one of you
Tossing and turning I dont know what to do
I hate you go away
Is the same to me as the sun on a summers day
What can I do to become as cool as you
Should I make fun of the next kid who acts the same as I do
Do I just say yes to everything you say
Go rob a bank it will be okay
I just want to be accpeted
Excerising daily until i feel sickened
Throwing up the littile food I can afford to eat
Coming to school the next day with a smile on me that says I've eaten all week
People beating on me physically and mentaly
But I work so hard on hiding it the normal person couldn't see
When i'm all alone here comes a diffenent me
I cry and yell showing all my feelings
But when the next day comes I hope people can see
That this in not the real me
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