No matter how many times you tell me Im beautiful each time I won't believe you,
Not mant have ever said. They are little and few.
The words come so easily but said so hard,
They are as painfull as abroke glass shard.
A life time of pain,
When theres nothign to gain.
I want to believe what you say you mean,
Like is the grass really green?
A voice so loud,
A mind so proud.
A heart as deep as a cut,
A drumming of a door slamming shut.
A problem where the truth is forbidden,
A life so dull- a girl so hidden.
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