Would people treat me the same?
A fragment of my former self
Started to grow its ugly head
Will my life be the same again?
Because I admit every is better
With little bumps in the road
But to how further an extent
Will my past let me grow?
No one saw how I break that shell
Of the past of mine I loathe
The struggle and changes
I had to come over
Were all did by me alone
But a lot of people seems to hate that
They didn't care about me
Until the moment they saw me happy
Then they decided
To do everything in their power
To make sure I wasn't
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