Can’t

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I can’t help
I can’t do
I can’t understand
I can’t move
I want to cry
I want to smile
I want to ball up
In a corner
Close my eyes
End this disguise
Im tired of lies
Faking my life
This isn’t me
This isn’t who i am
I am unhappy
Joyless
Miserable in my own skin
I hate my skin
And most of all
My reflection
The mirror shows my blemishes all too well
And i tear up because perfection is impossible
When the one I want to just please
Be perfect for
Be everything for them and more
But I can’t

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