You don't know my life,
You don't know the struggles I've been through,
You don't know the things I dealt with,
or the people who have hurt me,
and broken me down.
~
I let people use me like a doormat,
You don't know the betrayal I've encountered,
You don't know how I feel inside,
You only see the act I put on,
on the outside.
~
Afraid to stand up for myself,
Afraid to show the real me,
Afraid to be hurt even more,
Afraid to speak up,
Afraid to want something.
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SO...
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Emotionally I'm done,
Mentally I'm drained,
Spiritually I feel dead inside,
but yet somehow,
Physically I smile.
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But, no...
You do not know me...
because if you did,
You wouldn't use me like a doormat,
Or treat me like trash.
~
You wouldn't beat me down,
you'd help me up...
If you knew me, you wouldn't treat me like I'm worthless,
You'd know life is hard enough,
without being kicked while already down.
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You
Do
Not
Know
Me