I've never felt the comfort of being comfortable enough to be me
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Do you know what that's like?
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Like floating dead center of the deepest sea
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And trying to ride a mangled bike
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Like climbing to the weakest part of the tallest tree
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Then stepping out to start the hike
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I can't locate the key to unlock any different reality
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Try as I might
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So I struggle significantly to just be the Jeremy others want to see
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When I don't even know if that Jeremy is someone I like

©2024

In her pretty brown eyes
You could see it
Even with that dainty smile
Her happiness
Vanished
She saw
The disgust
As she looked in the mirror
The hatred
Took over
Her self-love
The pain
Changed
Her mindset
Now
She had sleepless nights full of hopes and dreams
Where
Her tear stained cheeks hit the pillow
She was troubled
Her only wish
Was
Becoming an aura that made people think of the color yellow
She remembers when
If anyone asked
She would’ve said
“I’m used to it.”

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