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Monday, 18 May 2009

It's Called Being Broken.

They say there are always two parts to a story.

I am happiness.
A clown, always smiling.
I smile so much it hurts.
I've never been happy in my life,
If you want to know the truth.
But you cant look past the face, can you?

I am funny.
A comedian, always laughing.
I can't breathe sometimes.
The truth is suffocating me.
I've never been so upset in my laugh.
But you can't look past the act, can you?

I am beauty.
A model, always pretty.
Skinny, everything fits.
I feel so small sometimes.
Like I'm not there.
I just want to eat.
Sometimes, I feel so ugly.
But you can't look past the size, can you?

I am sexy.
A pornstar, always up for some loving.
The passion I place into your hearts,
Is incomparable.
I've never been loved in my life.
I feel so weak sometimes.
So undesirable.
No-one would ever want me.
But you can't look past the tits, can you?

I am a lie.
You can't see who I really am.
It's called being broken.

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