"It would be nice to be you"
**** it,if only you knew,
The damage that was hidden to your view
And what you see isn't all that's true.

The *perfection you see
Is only a facade set upped by me,
Preventing you to see the agony
The melancholy of wanting to be free.

Do you know how hard it is to pretend you're strong,
Overlooking all the things done wrong,
Trying to always get along,
So you'll have somewhere to belong?

Never put me in a pedestal
Nor treat me like the most special.
Because to be like me is to be mental
*A withering flower with its last petal