Regergitated by the fame, only resentment in me occurs, not believing in the hype, letting you call me what you might. Not giving into what we might be or what we are not. Only letting you see that the heart in me that is not the same.
Beat me down, bring me up. The only thing I feel in me is nothing at all. Boys only making excuses of why they can't or why they can be, of the reasons why they won't. I can't hear my feelings, I know I have died within. I wish didn't have to feel disappointment, I wish I could feel the courage within, that I might have left inside.
I wish I needed nothing else to fill this empty space, just the food I ate. I hate the fact there is nothing in me... The hate I feel are the things that only my eyes can see. I am stuck in this body with no where to go. To only feel trapped, but only resentment in me that occurs. I wish I could hide from me, to give into something that could set me free. I am so sick of this place that only shelters only my thoughts.....
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