Secrets.
I am who I am.
I'm not who I'm not.
I keep my secrets but I do not tell lies.
I am not an Evil in disguise.
I have many secrets that I do.
Most of you wouldn't believe, but indeed its true.
I have many secrets, that I do
How about I start with 1 and 2 ?
1. Let's bicker, let's fight ! About any and everything.
Let's yell no raise the pitch, Let's scream in each other's face !
"I Hate You!" his reply "I should have never stayed!!" all because I wanted a hug..
He tried to reassure his love
but anger took its place.
2. Twelve years young and I'm secretly, on the run
To find not a home but a place of relief.
I found friends and company
and two little girls, Cute as can be.
Too bad their daddy was theif of virginties.
He stole my will and He stole my faith
Now Im back in this empty place.
I am who I am.
I'm not who I'm not.
I am a girl from a broken home.
I am a girl with a broken soul.
With that being said I do have more,
Up next is 3 and 4.
3. Home is supposed to be where the heart is !
But sometimes it just isnt fair,
How dare my daddy touch me there ?
He said he didnt mean too.
But why believe his lies,
when he did it
he looked me in the eyes..
4. Bitch, Slut, Cunt, Hoe
Secrets reveled like prizes on a gameshow.
Rumors spread like butter on bread.
Lies disguised as friends.
Trust at its very end.
I am who I am.
I'm not who I'm not.
I fight like a veteran as long as I remain sturdy,
so sad my friends did me dirty,
their lies are the only thing they strive
Let's move on to number 5.
5. Daddy drank.
Mama glued to a computer screen.
I stay confined to my room.
Its' like their mind went blank.
Forgetting me
and could never see
the depression growing inside me like a weed.
I stay confined to my room,
most families stitched together so entricately
mine, torn away at the seams.
I am who I am.
Is that a good thing ?
What is it's me?
What should I be doing differently ?
All these questions palying mind tricks,
I guess its time for lucky number six.
6. I take all the blame
and the shame that came
with admitting these secrets to you today
But in the end, I take responsibilty
for these cuts on my wrists,
yea, maybe I am fucked up,
but you know what ?
They show my strength for living day to day
when I only wanna waste away.
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