If I were dead
What would people write about me?
That I was a beautiful girl, with a warming smile,
Who wanted to change the world.
She was strong willed and had perseverance?
She was a happy young woman?
LIES.
They don’t even know half of it.
Beauty is only skin deep-
It is just a façade that hides the horrors underneath.
The TRUTH.
I am a caged animal,
Waiting to be released.
To run away from my past, the pain
And who I was before.
Me,
I don’t want to change the world,
Not anymore.
Too many have tied and died in vain.
That’s just not my job to do again.
Sounds a bit defeatist doesn’t it?
I don’t know why people chose
When you’re dead to suck up to you
Kind of pointless isn’t it?
When you’re blind, deaf and no longer living
Is when it matters the most.
(Oh how ‘ironical’ (lol))
The irony.
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