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Lately i've been feeling fragile, like I could shatter at any minute.
Keeping my feelings inside, letting them out when nobody is here to see me.
Not wanting anybody to worry, yet venting my feelings in poetry.
Happiness - does it really exist? Or is it a mere illusion?
You tell me, because I can't tell you...

I am trapped in this cage. Yelling, screaming, shouting, heart breaking...
Wanting to escape, to be free, to explore.
To be myself above anything else.

An abomination. That's what i've seen some people call it.
Is that true? Is what I am an abomination?
If that is the case, then should I even exist?

When I smile, do you really see my happy?
When I laugh, is it a real laugh?
When I look in the mirror - I don't see myself.

I've finally found out who I am, yet I can't be that person.
Who I am is in the palm of my hands... yet so far away.

Until the time that I can be myself comes, I will feel depressed, fragile, upset and worthless - as well as many other bad feelings.
But until the time that I can be myself I will also be determined to be myself...

I will also be scared, oh, so scared.
Because I know some people aren't as accepting as others.
But what im scared of most of all is to not be accepted by the ones that I love.

Description
Lately i've been feeling fragile, like I could shatter at any minute.
Keeping my feelings inside, letting them out when nobody is here to see me.
Not wanting anybody to worry, yet venting my feelings in poetry.
Happiness - does it really exist? Or is it a mere illusion?
You tell me, because I can't tell you...

I am trapped in this cage. Yelling, screaming, shouting, heart breaking...
Wanting to escape, to be free, to explore.
To be myself above anything else.

An abomination. That's what i've seen some people call it.
Is that true? Is what I am an abomination?
If that is the case, then should I even exist?

When I smile, do you really see my happy?
When I laugh, is it a real laugh?
When I look in the mirror - I don't see myself.

I've finally found out who I am, yet I can't be that person.
Who I am is in the palm of my hands... yet so far away.

Until the time that I can be myself comes, I will feel depressed, fragile, upset and worthless - as well as many other bad feelings.
But until the time that I can be myself I will also be determined to be myself...

I will also be scared, oh, so scared.
Because I know some people aren't as accepting as others.
But what im scared of most of all is to not be accepted by the ones that I love.