underestimate it.
block it out.
ignore the painful screams of those before you.
they don’t matter,
they never mattered.
right?
or are you lying to yourself again
just so you can get your way
just so you can rush yourself into another happening
just so the chaos can trick you into being entertained
happy.
and maybe it will
is it worth it?
maybe you should carve scars into your cheeks
that way the boys won’t tempt you anymore.
being beautiful is a curse
so don’t wish for it
it isn’t worth the glares
the mutters as you walk passed
they wouldn’t even like her if she didn’t-
stop listening
tune that part out
maybe it’s true or maybe it isn’t
doesn’t matter
they made you feel loved at the time
maybe one day you’ll stop fooling yourself
maybe one day you’ll stop overthinking.
for now
just be
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