mibsy4

I'm the girl, who you dont know. The one lying ten feet under snow. With a scar across my back. Because of perfectness I lack. And they stare because I'm me. Because Im not what I should be. And I cry because they look. because my confidence they took. They only ask me why I'm so sad. Because they're finally feeling bad. And so they should, after years of pain. Even if Im the one to blame. they tell me to be high with pride. apparently my scars are not to hide. But I dont want to be different, want to be me. Because I'm not who I should be.