Something strange has taken over my body,
Something uncomfortable, something ungodly.
Everyone asks why I seem to be so stressed,
I don't want them to to know really I'm just depressed.
I know my life is half full of lies,
But I try to go on with a happy disguise.
But people are sharp, they'll cut like a knife,
Some times I ask why live this life.
Instead I go on taking the abuse,
Leaving my heart and self-esteem with a permanent bruise.
 
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