I don’t like this transformation.
I hate what I have become.
I can’t breathe, my head hurts.
I can’t stop hating, I can’t stop screaming.
Tell me! Who am I suppose to be?
I hide this pain, but it comes out of me anyways.
I don’t want to be this person anymore.
I don’t want to hurt you no more.
I’m the only greatness that follows you around.
I just wish someone would understand me.
I don’t walk around with an S on my chest,
I have so much pain that makes me weak.
I can’t talk in this tone, or stand in your lines.
I can’t say that I like anything I say.
I confess that the creep is just me.
I confess I am the waste you hate to talk about.
I continue to make the same old mistakes, and
The results never change.
I don’t like me, and I hate these fears.
I lie to your face and smile on the inside.
I am that sound that causes you to cover your ears.
I am that devil that makes you hate so bad.
I get sick when I talk to anyone,
Some times I wish I was never here.
This is not the way things were suppose to plan out.
How is this safe?
I can say that I'm fine again, but many words that I speak don't seem to come true. I could be just like you, but these dreams will never come true. I could be all alone, but I would never survive this worthless world. I can run away, but this pain will always follow by my side. I can say a lot of things, but that doesn't mean that anyone would listen. I can walk up right, but that doesn't mean that I won't be thrown to the ground. I still have so much to lose, I don't know what to do. I can say that I'm fine again, but my words might be lies. I'm going to be fine, One day, Too Late, I'm in hell.
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