Fear holds me back.
I don't see it.
I see the sadness.
I see how I am treated.
Unsure of what to say.
Been lied to, been called stereotypes.
How can it be so bright?
Fear makes us do crazy things.
As I see the fear in my reflection.
I want it to change.
I don't want to be afraid.
I don't want to be seen through their eyes as a wacked job.
Why do I care so much?
Should it matter to me?
She doesn't know me.
She doesn't know how I feel inside.
A stranger I am living the lie.
A fraud I should be.
But no I am not.
I look in the mirror I see someone inside.
I am lost and alone.
Yet I am not alone.
I could be in the shadows surrounded by people yet I am unaware of what I should see.
I look to the future but it's unclear.
As I decide what to do I feel like I have something to prove to you.
You show in your actions you don't love me.
You show in your actions I don't care if you are dead on the corner bleeding out.
You just don't care, well then I know now you aren't there.
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Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)
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