they see what they want to see,

so that's all i can be


i am the background,

a face in the crowd,

yet i don't want to be found,

even if i want to scream out loud


even if you saw the real me,

you wouldn't like it,

that's why i locked away the key,

because to society? I just don't fit


can't you see?

I'm falling apart at the seams at the thought of being

just me



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