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You Don't Want Me

You don’t want me. I’m broken and bruised I’m a web of ugly scars from my healing I’m a fraud I’m a jittery, anxious idiot who can’t stop thinking I’m the friend that always dampens the mood I’m a product of my racing heart and mind colliding I’m someone who feels such heaviness but can’t cry I spend every second trying to please others I put on a show with a smile Then give up and run away I collapse at any small problem My heart sinks if my mother can’t find her wallet I lose my breath when the recycling won’t fit in the can I’m so Obsessive that it’s impossible to hide it So I shrug it off Make it something else Try to become the person others need The good friend. I give everything just to be chosen. And I try desperately to hide most of myself Because if you really saw me, You wouldn’t want me.

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