You know that feeling you get insecure and lonely. Everyone gets through it, everyone faces the mournful, disastrous blackness that consumes lost souls and uses that energy as fuel for its painful fire.
Nobody will admit that they feel drowned or like a shell at the bottom of the ocean.
You look in the mirror and see who you think is you but really its not. Somebody made you, forced you to be something your not. Your a monster that feeds on jealousy.
Your insecure and unhappy.
You smile although you really want to cry. You try but it gets harder and harder and soon you are in unbelievable pain caused by heart ache and heart break.
Insecure or lifeless, we are human. Inside we are all the same, whether we are, gay, leabian, bi, black, blue, brown, white, red, we are all people and no one should be treated differently.
Our bodies are like shells, they hold the soul to who we really are. Our shell can break and bind but never could it effect the inner person, the inner being. We are who we are.
You can't be me and I can't be you.
-AuBree LeeAnn
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