You Judge me from what you see on the outside.
You think I'm a weak little girl.
You think you know my story.
You think you know how I feel,
Or how I got my wounds.
But what you dont know is what I'm like on the inside.

I may not be perfect,
I may not be beautiful,
And I may not be friendly.
But you don't know my story.

You don't know what I was put through.
So don't call me stupid or say you hate me, because you still have more to
learn about me.

I won't tell you a thing,
Unless I know I can trust you.
And when that trust comes out...
Be ready because I'm gonna have alot to say!

 
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