I lay here in pieces,
fell apart for many reasons.
I can't be me.
Nobody can see.
I have to pretend I'm who they want me to be.
I'm not,
I'm me.
Why can't they see?
I'm not that tough,
I'm not that smart,
I'm not that good at art.
I'm not that girl,
This isn't my world.
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