I'm not who you think, that's not who I am.
You'd know that if you cared,
but you don't give a damn.
You see what you want, instead of whats there.
Underneath, is the stuff I know I can't share.
If you could hear and see the tears I cry,
Then it would be harder to ask that dumb question why.
Open your heart and please let me in,
open your eyes, you can see how much pain I'm in.
It hurts so bad to be labeled as what your not.
The insides what counts, or so that's what I was taught.
So please don't judge people, not me anymore.
I'm sick of you thinking my life is a bore.
I've had a rough time, as all people do.
By being judged so much,
I'm not going to make it through.

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