With anger raging through my mind
I attempt to step forward, yet I linger behind.
Tell all my feelings, hopes, and dreams, crushes and even my secret day dreams.
My inner soul is ripping at the seams.
Trying to get out, trying to be free.
All the lies I live in and denials I make,
How could I even look at myself in the mirror with a straight face.
To be myself would be such a giant leap,
to be able to get a good night's sleep
without having to worry about what others think.
But till that day i can make that mile long leap,
I will still just be,
Fake Little Me

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