They think me strong.
Can’t they see that they are wrong?
I have been weak as I could be.
Could they not see to the real me?
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It wells up inside
No matter how hard she tries
To keep it from getting out
Trying not to scream or shout
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My mask is pale with dark shades
A few scars here and there
Locked windows to the soul
A memory to forget
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