Numb

Some days I’m just numb. To the sadness. To the pain.

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To The Dirt

Who am I to judge, Holding such a grudge?

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You’re Not There

I remember your very first singing recital. You wore a puffy orange and yellow outfit. And to be honest, you looked like a Big Stick Popsicle.

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Mirror

“What do you see when you look in the mirror?” She asked me. “I see stretch marks and cellulite,” I said in a shy voice.

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Herself

She never loved Herself. Herself, she hated. And was completely jaded, Inside.

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Priority

  I was raised to serve my family, Be a people pleaser,

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It’s Easy

It’s easy to stay mad. Blame everything on mom and dad. And how my childhood was so bad.

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