I've always struggled.
To make friends, to fit in, to be okay and even to like myself,
It's been a war, a fight and a constant pain,
I always struggle not to cry,
I always struggle not to break,
I feel as if all the looks were on me but in the bad way,
Every glance is a constant ache to makesure my flaws aren't showing,
But you'll never know,
Because my scars are faded and covered by tattoos,
I rock bathing suits and pretend I don't give a ****
But I do, I do, I do
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 8:17 PM UTC
I've always struggled.
To make friends, to fit in, to be okay and even to like myself,
It's been a war, a fight and a constant pain,
I always struggle not to cry,
I always struggle not to break,
I feel as if all the looks were on me but in the bad way,
Every glance is a constant ache to makesure my flaws aren't showing,
But you'll never know,
Because my scars are faded and covered by tattoos,
I rock bathing suits and pretend I don't give a ****
But I do, I do, I do
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