She wasn't one to get hurt over nothing
She wasn't the type who let critics get to her
She wasn't one who cries over any and everything
She wasn't the type to issolate herself
She wasn't one to speak ill about herself
She wasn't the type to give up too easily
But suddenly
Her whole life was a secret
Clothed with the veils of deformed trust
All bottled up inside her
Were the feelings she never spat
Locked in her closet all day
Soaked with her tears all night
For to her no one in d world really cared
For a girl so insecured as her
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