30. Juni 2011

We all have stories we won't ever tell.

I pretend that I'm happy everyday
I feel alone all the time
I touch the stars with my mind
I worry when I don't think I'm good enough
I cry when I'm confused, frustrated
I am shy and courageous.

warum ich so bin?
aus Angst, zu fallen
und nicht mehr aufzustehen

Call me fat
Is it making you skinnier?

Call me ugly
Is it making you prettier

Call me a loser
Is it making you cooler?

Call me dumb
Is it making you smart?

   -If I treated you, the way you treated me. You would hate me

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