Struggling with my self...
trying to meet perceptions...
fighting the stereotypes...
arguing the rejections...
They don't know what the hell they're talking about.
The manic dance of panic
goes on within my brain
struggling with myself
to "come to" with a gain.
They don't know who the hell I am.
How can I change what they see?
How can I change what is me?
How can I keep up the charade?
Haven't they noticed the facade begin to fade?
I don't even know who the hell I am anymore...
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