This life only gives me 2 choices
Two paths to follow
Hate myself for being fake
Or hate my life for being real
.
They wanted my love
So I opened up
Took out my heart
and gave it to them raw
Couldn't Handel the emotions
Returned it and left it scared
.
I give the real me
And they call me a freak
I show emotion
And they call me weak
I try to be fake
And they say it's not me
I shut down, and they ask
What's wrong with me
Then I open up
And they leave more scars on me
.
I only have one choice
And the question is which to hate
My self for being fake
Or my life for being real