I told myself little lies
To feel I belonged here
I told you little lies too
So I don’t explain myself
But that don’t mean
I am totally okay
With this
With us
With you
And yes I do,
Enjoy the little lies you tell too
But I can’t stand you, being
Ashamed of who I am
Where I come from
Or the skin I wear
I have you a seat
On the table of my life
My heart for your meal
Skin for your doormat
Yet, you treat me
Like I don’t belong here
Like you don’t see me at all
And how I crave to be treated.
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