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You don't know much about me

What's inside is, so paralyzing, 

so consuming and controlling 

You don't know my story, just the preface 

I can't handle compliments correctly, 

They have trouble processing. 

I hear nice words tossed my way, dumbfounded, I pause, 

Short-circuited, caught off guard

I don't know what to say

I wish I had a healthy mind and body

A life of stability, to smile because you're happy, 

a life far more easy, not so challenging 

Since I was a week old, 

My life has been publicly unraveling

Take a seat and take notes because

You don't know much about me