I am not who you think I am.

you know that weird kid, that doesn’t ever talk to anyone? he’s abused at home

no wonder he’s always crying in the halls

the girl who was too fat but now too skinny, she has an eating disorder now, because you judged her without getting to actually know her.

what will make you people happy?

the school slut who’s has 3 abortions?

she’s been raped, and now boys disrespect her and girls hate her. 

that jesus freak that always pressures you into giving church a try?

well her mom is in the hospital and is about to die and she is hoping more than ever the there really is a God.

That tranny kid that gets really offended when you use the wrong pronouns,

how would you like it if you had to grow up your whole being called something your not.

People are not what they really, seem. sometimes you just have to read behind the lines.

We grow up in a society where pain needs to be hidden in our heads. The blackness of our auras needing to hide. The cries that you do when no one is watching, needs to stay hidden. 

 

 

I don’t want to hide anymore

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