When I look in the mirror I see the real me.

When other people look at me, they see the façade that I put up so they won't know me, and judge me and make me feel like... nothing.

Make me feel like the real me isn't good enough or isn't socially acceptable.

This is why I have the façade. This is why I can't be the real me. Because I'm not socially acceptable.

The scars on my wrists..

They're almost gone, but they're still there to remind me.

They remind me that no matter what I do that when I'm alone. When I'm alone I can't escape the true me.

I can't escape what the real me wants to think. This is when I look in the mirror and think, "You're better than this." But no one will ever find out.

The voices in the outside world though... they tell me that I'm not better. That if anything I should be dead, or huddle in a corner where no one has to look at me.

But no, I try my best to put on a smiley face and show that their words don't hurt me... but they do.

The reality is... I just wan't to die. No one wants me hear anyway.


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