Perfect Little Girl

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Stand up and show them who you are,

Not the person you pretend to be

Because that is a lie.

That is not the side that hurt me.

Screams shake the night.

Monsters, monsters everywhere.

No escape, not now, not ever.

I wish I could believe what they all say: it is only a scare.

But if I believed them,

I would believe I overflowed myself with lies.

But only if they could hear me in the dead of the night

And the sounds that go beyond cries

Turn on the light that blinds

Only to wish it was all a dream

And not my reality

But nobody is who they seem.

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