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Do you ever get that feeling That means you are constantly revealing The minds of all, secrets of all That just makes you want to bawl. I always notice How they hide their faces, their stomachs, their thighs, Trying to mask their insecurities within lies. I always notice The flinches that come with a fake slap, That screams they’re in a trap. I always notice The scars beneath the hair ties That they put on as a disguise. I. Always. Notice. They think it’s a wonderful blessing But really it distressing: Something that haunts me, strangles me, kills me Making me nothing but a desperate plea. Every day I beg for this curse to end So I can stop trying to amend The lives of others which I clearly cannot Because I too think of a shot Right in the middle of my head To stop this never ending dread. They don’t see how this “skill” Came from me wanting to **** In the middle of the night, In my grip a flaming light. They never notice How I rush to the sink Despite my desperate attempts not to re-think. They never notice The darkness behind my bright eyes, Hiding all my silent cries. They never notice The scars on my skin All long and thin. They. Never. Notice. But I always notice.
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Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 5:35 PM UTC
I always notice.
Do you ever get that feeling That means you are constantly revealing The minds of all, secrets of all That just makes you want to bawl. I always notice How they hide their faces, their stomachs, their thighs, Trying to mask their insecurities within lies. I always notice The flinches that come with a fake slap, That screams they’re in a trap. I always notice The scars beneath the hair ties That they put on as a disguise. I. Always. Notice. They think it’s a wonderful blessing But really it distressing: Something that haunts me, strangles me, kills me Making me nothing but a desperate plea. Every day I beg for this curse to end So I can stop trying to amend The lives of others which I clearly cannot Because I too think of a shot Right in the middle of my head To stop this never ending dread. They don’t see how this “skill” Came from me wanting to **** In the middle of the night, In my grip a flaming light. They never notice How I rush to the sink Despite my desperate attempts not to re-think. They never notice The darkness behind my bright eyes, Hiding all my silent cries. They never notice The scars on my skin All long and thin. They. Never. Notice. But I always notice.
22:31 2/4/26 I always notice, it feels more like a curse than a blessing. I would really appreciate it if anyone could give me any feedback or ideas (particularly the beginning) to make it better:) “I can see right through your lies”- are you bored yet? By Wallows
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Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 5:35 PM UTC
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