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Hidden from the world, their expectations too high I will never reach them, even if I try. So I change myself; My face, my hair, Everything that makes me ME, no one will care. Soon enough, I'm not the same as I used to be No longer that little girl that everyone loved to see. I have become a fake person with fake aspects So afraid of their expectations of having to be perfect. I have lost the only people that cared about the real me Now I'm a nail, holding up their reputations like the tool they want me to be. I am defenseless and the only thing I can do is be quiet This is what I wanted, right? The new look, personality and diet. I wanted to reach their expectations and still I fail to do that I changed myself for them but still they walk all over me like a mat. I guess their expectations were too high, I couldn't go that far Now I have to live with them ******* me dry of myself like the leeches they are.
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Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 1:33 AM UTC
expectations
Hidden from the world, their expectations too high I will never reach them, even if I try. So I change myself; My face, my hair, Everything that makes me ME, no one will care. Soon enough, I'm not the same as I used to be No longer that little girl that everyone loved to see. I have become a fake person with fake aspects So afraid of their expectations of having to be perfect. I have lost the only people that cared about the real me Now I'm a nail, holding up their reputations like the tool they want me to be. I am defenseless and the only thing I can do is be quiet This is what I wanted, right? The new look, personality and diet. I wanted to reach their expectations and still I fail to do that I changed myself for them but still they walk all over me like a mat. I guess their expectations were too high, I couldn't go that far Now I have to live with them ******* me dry of myself like the leeches they are.
You will never reach the expectations of everyone, so just stick with the friends you have.
deadhope
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Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 1:33 AM UTC
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