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they all know who you are
just like everyone knows two and two is four
on the outside you are charming and funny
and everything the world wants you to be
but inside the stoic facade
you yearn to be who you really are
a scared little child
wanting to run away and hide
because the world is so very hostile
but you cant
you are held in place by an ethereal glue
made of sadness and tears
heartbreak and fears
like tar, it sticks to your feet
your hands, mouth, every part of you
you can't peel or wash it off
no matter how you try
so in one place you stay
and can only cry