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Tasha Young, 10 października 2014

"Who I truly am underneath"

Every day I try to be what everyone else wants to see fitting in just to win the acceptance of my peers.
Dressing up in disguise putting on a face that's not mine trapped in a mess of lies burying the truth inside.
Putting on a show playing a scripted role in this unknown world lost in without a role so out of control.
Sadden  by the thought of me pretending to be something I'm not wishing that I could turn back the clock to a place  where I could be notice me  for me.
Dreaming for me to change the way people see me for something I'm not  wanting to be wishing for people to finally see me for the person  who I truly am underneath  I'm just me… Just me.
I despise what lays deep inside its no surprise the fakeness that presides ignoring what I truly what not only for me but everyone who feels the same as me.
Wanting to so badly to be me no longer demanding for people expecting me to follow their lead no longer a drone like machine.
Setting examples, never giving up always persistent following the path that is meant for us a future that's waiting for us.
Completely ready to be who I am it's time to make the world understood to except me for what I am no longer afraid to take a stand.
No longer keeping the truth hidden within prepared to show what is real, what I am no more fakeness I'm to real for them the world better prepare I'm breaking down the door and rushing in for who I truly am underneath…oh-ho ya underneath  I'm just being me… just wait and see.
The judgment of others and the rumors they believe the delusions they see so fake and so unseemly deceived.
Convulsively pressuring others to do their deeds no matter the damage they cause and how people are treat Just as  long they remain  the king's and queen's.
Systematically conceited translucent masks persuasive defense just pretending to be your friend.
I'm so done with all of it