What YOU are
You think I love myself
But really I hate myself
You think I think Im all that
But really I find things i cant stand about myself everday
You think Im stuck up
But really I think im not worth your time
You think I hate you
But really you hate me
You think my life is perfect
But really ive been molested, have had a drunk for a father, and have depression
You think i dont give a fuck
But really i stay up all night because i do give a fuck
You think im gonna crumble
But really im gonna rise while you stay on the bottom
You think im gonna be like my parents
But really im my own damn person and make my own damn decision
You think im a slut
But really i cover up because of you
You call me a whore, slut, bitch, and more
Because you KNOW that i will always rise over what you call me and prove that all the things you call me are yourself! And that ill never be like you!
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