Morning, afternoon and night
It always seems a constant fight
No matter what I do
its never good enough for you.
I do what I have to,
to stay sane
but is all of that worth
the constant pain.
The pain of being put down,
talked to like I don't exist.
The pain of hearing that,
you only care about yourself
and no one else.
When those that truly know me
know me and like me for who I am
They see me for the real me.
and truly understand.
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