If only,
If only you could see through other's eyes,
See their disguise and despise them for it.
See natural beauty in their wake,
See their faces crack at night when the tears run
How much it breaks them, and their just like you
You.
Who cries themselves to sleep every night,
Hoping their parents won't bite, hoping they'd be left alone
Alone, in their room while they cry
Cry cry cry.
Alone in their room while they cry.

~G.B

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