Anyone who says that I am lucky to be me,
Must be deceived by what they see:
I'm not the person I used to be,
It's now a lie you see.
I wanted to be confident, happy and fun,
But I ended up instead, negative, unhappy and glum.
Either concealing, or revealing myself too much:
Now you see, I'm not as lucky as such.
The mask I wear starts to crack,
Now everyone sees what I lack.
What can I do to get on track?
But do I really want my life back?
Anyone who said that I was lucky to be me,
Now know that they were deceived.
It was a lie they'd seen,
And I was not as I seemed.
















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