Hello there, it's me
Bright, sarcastic, light-hearted me
Agonized, bloody, messed-up me
My "friends" come
We talk, we chat, we go home
Like many others, there are two versions of me
I have a never ending social life
But no one is really there for me
I have a 4.0 GPA
But what good is that when you're barely in school
But when you are, your teacher tells you to stop working hard for that 107%
I have a three octave vocal range
But my cries are all muffled, my shrieks of anguish suppressed
I have nice clothes
But clothes can deceive
I have a family
But mine hates me
I have an hourglass figure that many women would kill for
But I killed myself in the process
I have impeccable manners
But they only help cover up my wounds
I have scars on my wrists
But the scars on my heart are even more painful
I have a double life
But what good does it do for me
The mask I wet is firmly in place
It won't change who I am
I'm still sparkling, intelligent, genius me
But I'm still dull, hollow, tragic me
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