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by Natalie Nov 23, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / other
I'm compelled by what people say, Having to pretend is no fun, Sometimes I wish everything would go my way. Some people know who I am, Others know me as who I should be, For they all call me Ma'am. In one self I am friendly and open, In another I am alone and like it that way, I wish that I was always outspoken. I wonder if people really like me, they ask me to tag along, Is it really me that they see?