The Crook
I'm tired of pretending
I'm perfect inside
When really I'm a monster
With secrets to hide.
I band-aid my emotions.
I filter the way I look
I expect to feel authentic
When really I'm a crook.
I'm tired of pretending
I'm ready to break free
I don't want to be a monster
I just want to be me.
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