Unfitted cliques
I'm glad you had tried to be deceitful and all
thinking i didn't have feelings but don't worry
I took those feelings to ground buried them so
far down, that no sun nor water could give them
the power to grow on me again, people
asked me how I felt about you and I replied back with a question "who are you talking about pretending I didn't know who they was
referring to
like the truth is I didn't forget, feelings were gone but the memories stuck in you made me feel I wasn't comfortable and in secured the
body I was living in I couldn't fit in your crowd I couldn't fit in your clique man I wish it would've clicked in my mind along time ago when my moma told me I was beautiful and I must admit you should've listened to even though sometimes
it was hard to take in like a bullet through a vest that was bullet proof I used to go crazy breaking mirrors
like that's what had made me perfection was a disorder like I had ADHD got me picking flowers about myself like she love no she hates me man I used to hate me
but this is what happens when you're born into a society of labels you got to have this and you got to have that unless you don't got nothing
that's not true because I have a brain and I'm still finding my purpose I have realized I am worth it
i don't have to be in your click i don't now and I didn't then and I hope you can find your true beauty well after this is sent a special letter to my old high school friends
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