I want to be free

Out of these chains

Out of that disgusting mold that society has made as me

I want to be known

More than that 'bubbly' girl

I want people to know ME

Not this act

Not this LIE

I'm always being judged


'Disgusting' 'fat' 'stupid' 'annoying'

The words stick in my mind

I remember... replaying their actions

Remembering how they point and laugh

How do I react?

Well, I still have my act, the mask, I must be perceived as 'happy'.

I laugh and pretend my pain isn't there.

Then heading towards my room...

I look in the mirror.

I see how their words fit.

'Fat' 'ugly' 'gross'

I let the tears stream down my face.

Silently, I cry.

A little piece of me dies inside as I hide my true self.

What can I do about it?

No matter what, they are always going to judge me.

I'll never be who I want to be.

I'll just clean up.

Put on my smile.

Looking fresh, happy, and content.

I'll put on my act again, they will never see through it.

I step out into the world once again.

Step out, wearing my mask.

The End

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