There are so many things I can\'t say
So many things I won\'t say.
So many things I\'m ganna bring to my grave.
The people to see me at my worst did not know what came
First
There was a period in my life when everybody
Only saw what I wanted them so see
I was so good
At masking my words from sounding hurt
And better turning them into a joke
I always wanted someone to see through the pain where they were underneath
But that how good I became
It hurts me on how good I became at that
The hidden truth
In every empty space, the words I never chose to use
The thing I regret the most
Is the real me leaving your side
And becoming the perfectly hand crafted life I desired
Faking me because that\'s what I thought everybody wanted to see
You meet those who only want you if your perfect in society\'s eye
We get trained to only love our self if we meet the standards
Body image
Social class
Race
Sexuality
Religion
If even one of those is not
\"Right\" or \"correct\"
We get put into this small box that once your in
its very difficult to get out
So because of society there are things I wish I could say
But I\'m not going to
Thanks society
Sincerely,
A broken girl