If making something of myself means losing myself, then what am I making?
"It's not you it's me" Is the problem me? Maybe one day you'll see just how shitty you treated me, I forget your too self righteous to see reality,
By Cassie Ostin6 years ago in Poets
To be perfection takes years of oppression, Hiding, lying, denying Crucifying all your morals and strengths to be the walking picture perfect magazine,