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You roll your eyes at me,

when I speak the truth.

Like you don’t believe me,

when I say I’m not happy.

Yes, I have a boyfriend,

who I love very much.

And yes, I have a father,

who I get along with.

All you see,

is the good in my life,

and so you don’t understand,

why I feel the way I do.

You don’t see,

what’s hidden,

what’s real,

and what there is so much of.

I hide it away,

cause I don’t want,

your fucking sympathy.



~*~ Jill ~*~