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I feel like all the best ideas come from the shower.

How hard should it be for me to be seen?

Why should I be suffering in silence, thinking it's what I mean?

To the world, I'm just another experiment, a toy,

But this experiment relies on the love of a boy

Or a girl, honestly why is sexuality not "myself"?

Why should I be like the other toys on the shelf?

Is it the norm to change who you are?

Or to change someone else, not content with every scar

That you cause, because not every scar leaves, not everything's is great, 

It's how much it hurts when he called me a mate.

I didn't think it would pain me so much to see you content

With anyone else, my time is now well spent.

Why am I judging myself off of everyone's type?

It hurts when I change myself to be your type!

I thought changing myself would make me be loved, 

But forcing a love is like your heart being shoved

Into a huge brick wall, with tiny knives and pins, 

Every prick reminds me of when I let you in.

I let you go, you'll never come back,

Not if i came running with a sack

If personallity, everything you want in a girl, 

Everything you could have, in the entire world. 

You could have anyone of my friends 

My family, just as long as it's doesnt end

In disaster, like I felt you did to me, 

But it's fine, you only couldn't see

How much I tried and wanted your love,

But I now know that it wasn't enough.

No amount of begging could get you to me, 

Now amount of begging could get you to see, 

That I'm invisible, unwanted, a waste of space, 

You can the see disappointment upon my face 

That I'm nothing like i want to be, 

Probably because no one can see.

No one can see, 

What's really me. 

No one can see, so I'll never be, what's really me.