Living a lie, by Mallory Morris
I'm a girl who's living a lie I'm not being myself People say "Just be yourself" But I don't even try I want to be the real me But I'm afraid Afraid that I'll fade So I can't show the real me What if people are mean And dislike my true self For now I'm a girl not being herself Trying to avoid being seen What I show on the outside Isn't the true me This is a girl I think people want me to be The real me I hide She has straight hair not curly Loves mud and dirt Hates wearing a skirt And won't wake up early She not the girl who's into makeup pretty high heels And dainty small meals She doesn't cry after a break up Or puts herself out there For attention and affection She likes to go her own direction With her own fun flare I don't like the girl I've come to be With fancy clothes and hair That sprays perfume in the air But I feel like it's expected of me My friends know the real me But I only let some know That's if I trust them though No one else will ever see What if I did it? Showed the world the real me Could I even let them see? Even just a little bit? I'd ask myself these questions While I lay in my bed Thoughts racing through my head I have so many confessions I only wish people knew How hard I try Hoping I don't cry Always depending on their view For now I'm in my safe space And I hope it stays that way Until that fateful day I come out of my hiding place
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