How Much Is Real

Every Single Day, passing by my way.
every single stare, every single glare.
The Same old story of just a girl.
I need to face the fact, that this is who I am.
A single broken girl, in a small open world.
They all look at me the same, and how much of this can I take?
A person can only hold so much inside.. I had all that I can take. And there all just a fake.
So lets end it here.