about me.

Inside the real me is this girl hiding from people,
Covering up marks & saying there not there.
Inside me, I try not to argue whats wrong & whats right.
But i still get caught up in everyones crazy little fights.
The real me listens to music about
Lost love & wanting to die.
Hoping everyday that something don't go wrong,
And make me cry.
The real me is just a human, The real me makes mistakes.
But the outside me is just another fake.
Just like all those Hollister & abrocrombie models.
All those people out there sporting the fakest tan,
& Tryna score a fake "im gonna be pro someday" man.
I am Just like everyone else.
Not like those models on t.v. not everyone is so pretty,
And oh so skinny. .
When inside, they are dying to be thin.
Tryna take off a couple more pounds,
But if those pounds are lost they die painfully
& Weak just like me.

NO; Dont feel bad for me.
Just because i know how to express myself in different
Ways than you, and i dont act fake about it.
No; Dont feel sorry for me.
When you stare at my arm and notice what i've done to myself.
Yes; Just love me for who i am,
Before my time fades away.

♥