We grow up without a clue,
Some wishing they only knew.
Now awaiting the fear each day,
Never knowing if things will be okay.
Love hurts,
Yet it feels so good.
Take me as I am,
Not for how I look.
Not knowing right from wrong,
A painted picture told me to stay strong.
Expectations that grew so high.
A feeling that something inside of me has died.
Leave me alone, or I’ll run from you.
Let me rest and I might make it through.
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