On the outside i seem happy
On the inside i am depressed.
When you tell me i don't care about what other's think about me it hurt's.
it hurt's to be told those words.
Because i care avout the way i am.
Just not from those who dont care about me.
I will not change so others like me.
I will not pretend to be someone im not.
Have you ever heard it is better to be hated for who you are then loved for what you not?

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