I look around me.
I see people- beautiful people.
Then me.
They don't know me.
They don't know what I want,
What I need,
What I feel.
They don't know me.
I'm hiding.
I'm not a 'good' girl.
I don't want to be.
They don't know me.
I'm lying.
I cannot be true to them.
I need to be.
They don't know me.
I'm crying.
I bottle up my feelings;
I have to let them out.
They don't know me.
I am not what you think I am.
You don't know me.
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