From us with a personality disorder
We don't love like normal people do
We don't hate like normal people do
Sometimes even we can't tell the difference
Our skin; not for your touching
They're rough, full with battle scars
That's what we said, to appear strong and confident
But truthfully, we're disgusted by our own sight
Our face; not to your liking
Some are filled with smiles
While others throw daggers from within their eyes
But we're not normal, aren't we?
We can change in a matter of time
Our action; not for your entertaining
We throw our own selves in a pit of rage
And then drown in a sea of our own tears
Our mind; shouldn't be exposed
But we're not in control, aren't we?
If it told us to cry, we cry
If it told us to run, we run
If it told us to be mad, we better be turning the room upside down
Or else we'll lose it; our mind
Though that is what we wanted
We can't afford to look more crazy than we already are
Or else the world wont see us as a person
when we take our own lives
Away from the crowd
You can't expect much
from us with a personality disorder
We can't figure out our own damn self
How can you admit that you do?
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