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The person everybody sees

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Oilux

Published: Oct 18, 2011

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Literature Text

I want to scream
I want to cry
I want to kick and punch
And get rid of these emotions
Inside of me.

But I wont.

Because that ruins my image
Of a normal girl.

Outside is a normal
Happy, hyper girl.
Inside are all the
Emotions that I can't show.

I want to scream
And shout
And hit
And run away
And cry until I cant see

But I wont
Because you all
Wouldn't handle the real me.

The one who's bitchy
The one that's over sensitive
The one that doesn't listen
The one who hates everything

So leave me alone
So I can cry
And scream
And shout
So that I can be
The person
That no one else sees.

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DenimKitty

Nov 8, 2016

I am going through that now. My friend, my crush, my soulmate, moved away. I feel lost now. So I wear I mask that no one thinks is fake. The mask is also a hyper girl, who smiles and laughs, but in the inside I'm rotting, decaying, being stabbed over and over, and over again. It hurts like hell.

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