Tearing My Mind Apart
Scars on my wrist,
Stitches on my heart.
Still, those voices persist,
Tearing my mind apart
They say i'm not good enough,
They say i'll never be pretty.
I Laugh and say it'll buff,
But I know i'm just being petty.
These words cut me,
and bring me down,
But no body can see,
a fake smile always hides the frown.
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