I'M Making It Up
I'm making it up.
Do you really have the audacity to stand in front of me, and tell me to my face that i'm making it up.
The thought of you unknowing what I go through burns deep inside my soul after you tell me to "get over myself."
I try hard to fight back the tears. I cannot let you see me break down, I cannot give you
the strength to knock me lower then hell itself because god knows I've been there all my
life.
I'm making it up.
I can speak for myself when i say "I sure as hell am not making it up." Although with every
waking, breathing moment I wish I was.
Copyright © Jayden Jackson | Year Posted 2014
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