They think that I'm an angel
That all I lack is wings
A natural do-gooder
A perfect friend and daughter
But I am really selfish
A misanthropic bitch
Extremely quick to anger
Murderous urges lying under
I hate the world and the world hates me
I am what it wants me to be
I could be a psychopath
A lunatic, a seller of twat
I could be so corrupted
So evil you'd be disgusted
With a mind warped by perversion
And a heart that only pumps poison
But all you see is the other me
Is it that I'm not so bad, maybe?
Not a devil, not a whore
Not a loony, not a sore?
Not anyone they want me to be
Just a person.
Just a girl.
Just me.

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