I laugh because it does no good to cry.
I am not optimistic.
I just refuse to be over come by the darkness.
I am not inspirational.
I am weak and desperate, but willing to try anything to fix things.
I am not a good person.
I am the product of consequences.
And I am bitter because not all of the choices were mine.
I cannot change. I can only keep moving forward,
And hope that one day I can be the person other people see in me.
For now it is just a mask, an echo.
No, this is not me, and life is not fun at all.
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