Of pretending just not to hurt your feelings.
Why must I smile so that you can keep playing the victim?
When do I get to be the real me?
Maybe one day, but lately, I’m tired of dealing with your crap, and I want to be free again.
Oh well, I guess I’ll stay tired until I lose my identity altogether and become someone trying to fit in all the time.
Then who will I be and will you even know the real me than?
Because I’ll tell you losing who I am will be my most significant loss, and yours too.
Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2023 By Deirdre Stokes
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