I'm faded
Like a shadow
On a winters day
Like a pencil mark
That has been
Whiped away
Like a tear
Running down
My cheek
Like my self-esteem
After they claim
They're strong and I'm weak
Like my voice
Trickling down
The well of society
Like my heart
With all of its
Constant anxiety
Like the words
Of my family
When they say I'm blessed
When they all know
I'm nothing but
Evanecse.
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 2:30 PM UTC
I'm faded
Like a shadow
On a winters day
Like a pencil mark
That has been
Whiped away
Like a tear
Running down
My cheek
Like my self-esteem
After they claim
They're strong and I'm weak
Like my voice
Trickling down
The well of society
Like my heart
With all of its
Constant anxiety
Like the words
Of my family
When they say I'm blessed
When they all know
I'm nothing but
Evanecse.
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