I appear to the outsider
As strong independent carefree
I wish they knew the real me
For my poor exsposed heart is still young,immmature
My feeling I have cast ascure
Cuz I sit and listen and take it all in
With no hope chance or desire to win
My optimism seems to come naturally
Another side of the many of me
For I must hide what you hope to see
The part of me that hurts and cries
The part that believes his lies
Cuz it would tarnish my reputation, my status
If they knew that I was also scared and confused
That my brain has been battered abused
By this torment this torture
By my Past present and future
Cuz People look up to me
They want Like me to be
Cuz I seem to be the model of perfection
When in reality it's rejection
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