Preacher's Daughter
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Push it down, the urge to run
Put on the mask, hide the real you
It's not like they care, anyone
The person who you become with them you rue.
Painted faces, glances backwards, whispering
They can't know, can't see, the misery
Shy, alone, afraid, simmering
Why is it so hard to be free
Society tells you its weird to be different
Its strange to think a certain way
Its so easy to feel weak, insufficient
But you deal with it anyway
Why in a public school is it awful to be a preacher's daughter,
especially because you are not innocent, its like treading water
but not succeeding.
Not everyone can have a perfect reputation.