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You tell me
I'm fine
you say not to worry
because I'm crying again
because i hate what I'm in
what i am

you tell me I'm stupid
because there's nothing wrong
but you don't see.

you're only proving
how good i am
at hiding it.
you don't see
what i want to hide.

and i want to keep it hidden
but i want you to understand
why i hate it.

i want you to stop telling me I'm fine
cuz we'll both know I'm not.

so the next time i break down
don't tell me I'm OK

understand that i hate what i am
don't tell me how to ignore it.
tell me how to fix it.

**got any ideas for a title for this one?**