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I don't know where I'm going
My scars tell where I've been
I'm not asking for your sympathy
I'm searching for a friend
Someone to confide in,
And share my secrets with
Of worries, love, tears, memories,
And even of my sins.
I'm scared of death and dying
And to fall in love again
I'm scared that all of my hard work
Won't pay off in the end.
I've no clue what I'm doing,
Or what I want to be
A doctor? Lawyer? Teacher? Artist?
The stress is killing me.
My walls are closing in,
The roof is caving in
I want to run away from this
I'm scared I might break down in public
You'd think my life was picture perfect
But you don't know the things I've seen
You dont know what makes me ME.
I'm not the little girl you knew
My smile is stitched and super-glued
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A walking, talking, ticking, tocking,
Bomb of inconsistencies.
You don't really know me.