Preacher's Daughter

Wed, 10/29/2014 - 10:02 -- smann16

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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.

 

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