I'm so ugly with my glasses on.
Not much better without.
My smile's out of wack.
My hair never goes right.
I'm fat. Overweight that is.
Not enough exercise to burn off the shit i put my body through.
And i wonder why people leave?
I just want to retreat inside my world, where i make my own rules and what you look like doesn't matter. I've got a soul of transparency; i'm not malicious or evil or wrong. Misunderstood maybe.
I just want people to see me as i do?
I want to sing my heart out and no one will listen.
I want to scream every last word of every last song i love.
I want to take a lead in a show, i want to write one, i want to create something.
Instead of being stuck with an overactive imagination that can concieve these ideas, but they never get there.
I want to be gone.
Just exist inside memories; so one day someone might turn round and say 'where did she go?'
Be nothing more than a coloured blur in a crowded room in the back of someones mind.
I'm going to war.
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