I hide behind the fake smiles and makeup. Hurting inside because of my imperfections. Hurting because my dreams have been vanquished. Hurt because everything was taken from me.
I sit here put everyone problems on my shoulders and don't get the chance to confront my own. I am pushing for what ? To be judged or controlled. To be told that I am overreacting? To constantly love people who don't give a damn about me?