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I am made of different things, That is why everyone believes, I have no soul, No feelings. that it doesn't hurt, When I know I'm the one, That keeps lovers apart, Keeps the right from the wrong. They think it doesn't hurt, When people punch me in frustration. They don't make a dent, But they do to my heart. I might be what keeps people safe, But the glares shot at me, Are filled with hatred and anger, But all I do is be me, It's my job. People overlook me.  But when they do, It's as a problem. They think I'm not real, That I don't feel. I would cry if I could, Get rid of myself, So people would be happy, And not hate me. I lock people, Block the outside from the in. Hurt people, Without me knowing. I am something, People wish a away. I wish I could disappear, Making smiles reappear.  Everyone hates me, Detest my infinite width, Loathe my secure body, But I can't help it. I'm just  a wall.
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Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC
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I am made of different things, That is why everyone believes, I have no soul, No feelings. that it doesn't hurt, When I know I'm the one, That keeps lovers apart, Keeps the right from the wrong. They think it doesn't hurt, When people punch me in frustration. They don't make a dent, But they do to my heart. I might be what keeps people safe, But the glares shot at me, Are filled with hatred and anger, But all I do is be me, It's my job. People overlook me.  But when they do, It's as a problem. They think I'm not real, That I don't feel. I would cry if I could, Get rid of myself, So people would be happy, And not hate me. I lock people, Block the outside from the in. Hurt people, Without me knowing. I am something, People wish a away. I wish I could disappear, Making smiles reappear.  Everyone hates me, Detest my infinite width, Loathe my secure body, But I can't help it. I'm just  a wall.
I can't help it.
bipolar-hypocrite
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Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC
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