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Confessions
I don't think I try
As much as I really should
But I don't deem anything worthy
I held effort as long as I could
I give up too easy
Confrontation frightens me
I cry when people yell too much
Although I'm just as guilty
I have the tendency to lie
Tell people"It's just fine"
Force that plastic grin onto my face
At the knife they drove into my spine
The Rake is on my fear list
Along with Slender man
I'm also scared of dark hallways
I avoid them when I can
My friends are growing tired of me
This, I can really see
When they leave me for each other's love
Rubbing my face in their glee
Religion is meaningless to me
Although every Sunday I go
To a baptist church, I sing the songs
But on me,"God" has yet to grow
I am a walking paradox
Although, I don't mean to be
My thoughts and actions contradict
Everything I want to be
I'm cutting off my friends
Atleast, the parasitic ones
People who drain the life out of me
Their time has surely come
I never think I'm good enough
Although everyone says I am
I hate myself, no I loathe myself
I frequently hold razorblades in my hands
I get attached too easily
Especially to males
I'm learning I can trust NO ONE
For their promises always fail
As much as I really should
But I don't deem anything worthy
I held effort as long as I could
I give up too easy
Confrontation frightens me
I cry when people yell too much
Although I'm just as guilty
I have the tendency to lie
Tell people"It's just fine"
Force that plastic grin onto my face
At the knife they drove into my spine
The Rake is on my fear list
Along with Slender man
I'm also scared of dark hallways
I avoid them when I can
My friends are growing tired of me
This, I can really see
When they leave me for each other's love
Rubbing my face in their glee
Religion is meaningless to me
Although every Sunday I go
To a baptist church, I sing the songs
But on me,"God" has yet to grow
I am a walking paradox
Although, I don't mean to be
My thoughts and actions contradict
Everything I want to be
I'm cutting off my friends
Atleast, the parasitic ones
People who drain the life out of me
Their time has surely come
I never think I'm good enough
Although everyone says I am
I hate myself, no I loathe myself
I frequently hold razorblades in my hands
I get attached too easily
Especially to males
I'm learning I can trust NO ONE
For their promises always fail
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