Either Im not what you want me to be, or I'm someone I wish I wasn't, I can't do right if I tried, my surface is open wide. Everything I am is there to see, but you still ignore me, cause I'm never what you want me to be.
I've given up every part that used to be unique, and I forced myself to be weak, so that you could feel strong, regardless if pieces didn't belong, you just tell me my way is wrong.
I'm not what you want me to be, but I'm not who I once was, and that's because, I forced myself to chance, for you over and over again, but when? When will chance come my way, that you give up a fraction of what I stripper away. Or will I never come to see that day. I'm not what you want me to be, cause I'm all but dead. I was everything you ever needed, but you wanted this instead.
©justin_ur
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