Artificial Me

Artificial me

Who am I to linger here
All is fog, nothing’s clear
Always been terrified of U
Hide my truth behind a smile
Cause if U knew that I am vile
Nobody would see me as someone

Artificial me
Cut away all of this debris
Make all that is crooked run straight
And then maybe I will feel

I am filth, I am dirt
I am stupid and unheard
Don’t look to close at the cracks in my fasade
It’s all I have, how I survive
Without it I would surely die
Unimportant, hollow, broken, flawed


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