Something is wrong, what's my lack, was it my mood, was it the look, the complexion, the pace, some people see me and ask me why my eyes are so sad, they ask for a service, they want to take and run away, i see their insecurities, they bend away and sway like reeds in the wind, i can't give them what they ask for, i can't give them the material but to each words gliding to me, i make a crack in my living, i'm ready to pull out my bones to clean their teeth, my mind gallops to fetch, what do i want, what do i'm waiting for, are you like me, do i search to share in the worst situations, am i wrong to think i want to speak, i want to know people but they disappoint me because i'm otherwise, they seem fine, pretty wrapping with black swans in the curves of their face, with their cajoling smiles and the boys have stars on their list, on the rush to seduce, all are beautiful people, and i'm weak, i'm not worthy enough, but things are crooked, people hide their claws, display a neat façade, but no one is innocent, why my emotions burn when someone pierce my bubble, why do i feel i'm giving myself away, something is wrong, they don't care for me, i need to give myself to someone who cares, i want to... , i want to think i'm able to spread cuteness and happiness, i'm not cold anymore, i know why i bury myself in my lair, because i melt for all the tricks, i'm alone and i'm an easy target, people don't care so why do i care, i want to believe i know where wander my salvation.
I don't want to be me.
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