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"I want to be a good-looking Guy with the perfect fling. I want to click and fit right in, And I wanna commit a sexy sin." "I want to have a proper friend. I don't want to have to pretend.
#RepostSunday #Acorns The longest hair in all the land, And all I want's a chop. Finely spun like purest gold, A woven, braided mop.
[Bridge] I wake, I get up I serve, I sleep again No one cares how you handle the part in between.
Brand new dress, make-up, shoes Behind the mask the girl you knew. Hidden, forbidden, there to please Inside and out she's on her knees.
So you want to know all about me. I've been locked up since my life began. I am an Illegal, an outcast. I am Gemi VanNatta, age 16, born on April 8th, 3062, seven minutes after my older sister, Alana.
The line between dreams and reality. Blurs everyday. I don't know what's real anymore. These eyes have seen too much. I don't go a day without. Questioning. Who I am. And what do I stand for.
I'm black, I'm white. Your wrong, I'm right. I'm zero, I'm one. You're one And done. I want, You make. You give, I take. There's me, There's you, Sharing This zoo. Binary Man Grab all I can.
Sweep after sweep, my head felt as dirty as the mop drenched in its own dirt. My back ached from bending so low, and so did my self confidence.
They all try to look the same Yet all try to give themselves a name Pick on the boy Who sits alone Just because his identity It is his own What has the world come to.
Caution: Brutal Language More questions arrive As I strive Finally with friends Still following my own trend Nobody knows How bad my tears flowed But does anyone see The pain in me.
Box full of matches, spark them light the blackness. The future's full of madness, I think we need some practice. I can be an actor you can be actress.
Denied who I am Denied where I stand Afraid you'll just brand Because your a man Not gonna budge Here I am as planned How can I stand .
Mom looks down on me sometimes because I write in my diary too much. People say I'm immature because I like Kawaii diary stickers, plushies, collector dolls, because I quote Manson too much.
I see the beauty in everyone wether its the way they look or how the act but no matter what i can never seem to be happy with myself and i am forever comparing myself to others...really i just don't...