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How can I cease to be The person that is me For when I look in the mirror,what do I see? I see a girl that society is breaking, I see a girl that society is making. A girl that yearns to stand tall,
I am making mistakes Bumping down the road without a break, Binging on food so that I can be in a bettter mood. I am the rock in the leather jacket, Standing against the gate looking cool
Pay no attention to the woman behind the curtain She longs to tug on the fabric, to pull it miles away She hides so that her mold matches that of society So that she won’t be seen for her flaws and mistakes
From my youth, I recall thoughts and wishes Of my life being as the wind that swayed the trees. It didn’t hide its true self behind something fictitious It was powerful, beautiful, and noticeable, just as I wanted to be.
Over the years I've lived through a lot of things; Over the years I've been a lot of people, So many that I lost myself. Sometimes I look,