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Reality


Where do I start?

I guess the good times have hit a end...

But the funny thing is I still feel like a kid.

But I have to go to college, get educated,

get my shit together, learn something, do it right,

and honeslty I AM NOT READY!

 

I wanna scream and throw something so they see 

I feel broken because I am leaving my home.. and my mom

the one person who might have understood me.

I am going crazy with the thoughts that keep rushing through my head;

I am not normal, I am shy, and awkard and I can't handle the truth

that I am scared of the future and the demons I have in.

 

But who doesnt have demons? The ones constantly inside your head.

The ones saying you're not good enough and to stay in place

don't try moving ahead.. Your safer right here.

Out there is to scary. 

They'll leave you all alone remember people are uncaring.

You're too ugly, stupid, and to fat to make it in the real world..

they'll eat you alive because no one wants to be your real friend. 

no one cares! tuff luck!  You would never make it anyways.  

 

So I'm fighting myself at the end of the day..

But really life seems so scary... Do I really wanna be part of it anyways?

Do I wanna fight back and let those demons die or do I let them take over?

It's becoming a hassle just to want to survive... 

 

But I'm stronger than that so fuck what they say!

I will win and prosper in the end of the day!

because in the end its all up to me...

 
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