I never belonged here,
Everyone hurts me, I swear.
Even my own aren’t mine,
Everyone betrays me, nothing’s fine.
Everyone wants to see me broke,
Feels like someone’s praying for a stroke.
Everyone kills me, Not with a sword,
but with a sharpest word .
......
I walk with a regal grace, chest lifted high,
A face radiant, capturing every wandering eye.
Curiosity dances in the air, whispers and stares,
They all crave to know the tale that my presence declares.
Some approach with kind wishes, others with intent to break,
But I meet their efforts with laughter, for what's a smile but a fleeting take?
Yet as I retreat to my room's cocoon of solitary,
I realize my aloneness, my facade of confidence now temporary.
......
La fleur est rouge,
La fleur est bleue,
Et l’autre fleur est jaune…
Mais, qu’en est-il de la fleur qui a ne pas une couleur?
Est-ce qu’il est ne pas beau?
Ou ne pas bien pour les yeux?
TANT PIS.
Je m’en fiche,
......
I lived by myself
So, I healed up myself
Started understanding myself
Rather than doubting myself
I stood up for myself,
I fought with myself
Until I got dependent on myself.
Yes, it sounds selfish,
But trust me
Sometimes, it's okay
......
No mirror can hold the ugliness of my face,
It breaks into pieces when I look at it.
All I can do is cry,
Hoping that Im blind so I dont have to worry
about how I look,
and I cant see people judging me
I hope I can gouge out their eyes.
I never belonged here,
Everyone hurts me, I swear.
Even my own aren’t mine,
Everyone betrays me, nothing’s fine.
Everyone wants to see me broke,
Feels like someone’s praying for a stroke.
Everyone kills me, Not with a sword,
but with a sharpest word .
......
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Who can detain me?
Unless I allow myself?
It's all right in here...
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