¡ TRIGGERING CONTENT FOLLOWS ¡
contains themes of mental illness and self hatred

Nobody ever saw the real me.
They saw the me that I wanted to be.
I never knew what made me this way.
It's something I've always wanted to change.

Everything always seemed hazy,
fuzzy,
hard to comprehend.
I'm always feeling judged,
even if it's nothing to do with the words you said.