It's easy for me to realize, when I am not needed,
Yet when I do not speak, you call me conceded.
A girl with mental issues is what you think of me,
But also, a devilish narcissist is what in me you see.
My emotions, I have a mission to keep concealed,
I cannot let them show until I've fully healed.
It's hard for you to understand what's in my head,
Even if I confess, you'd shrug off what I've said.
To you, I am a waste of space, I already know that,
Because apparently, I am an ungrateful brat.
Will you do me one last favor? just this once I swear,
Stop thinking negatively of me, and get out of my hair.
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