It's my body, my life
My choices are what matter
Then why am I pushed?
To the point where I just might shatter
Do this and do that
Not even what I want
Forced to be something I'm not
My fake persona I agonizingly flaunt
Hide behind a smile
Forced to alugh
My emotions cold and fake
I am losing myself
I don't know how much more I can take
I tell them I'm tired
Pushed here and shoved there
I yell I'm not perfect
Like they care!
I am sick of it all
That wretched word I hate
But yet it haunts me everywhere I go
A monster is what they are helping create
Maybe one day they will realize
Their actions are absurd
They make me feel this way
Perfect is such an ugly word
My choices are what matter
Then why am I pushed?
To the point where I just might shatter
Do this and do that
Not even what I want
Forced to be something I'm not
My fake persona I agonizingly flaunt
Hide behind a smile
Forced to alugh
My emotions cold and fake
I am losing myself
I don't know how much more I can take
I tell them I'm tired
Pushed here and shoved there
I yell I'm not perfect
Like they care!
I am sick of it all
That wretched word I hate
But yet it haunts me everywhere I go
A monster is what they are helping create
Maybe one day they will realize
Their actions are absurd
They make me feel this way
Perfect is such an ugly word
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Oh note My siganture is what I think.....
