I'm fed up of pretending,
To be something I'm not.
Fed up of faking,
The smile and the walk,
That says I am happy,
And confident when I'm not.

Behind closed doors,
I cry my heart out,
Because of how I feel inside.
I feel worthless,
Ugly, and useless,
And that I could disappear,
And nobody would care.

 
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