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her constructive being
How
 How is possible to be so selfish
 You don’t care if you hurt my feelings
 How could you put so much hate on me when I’ve done nothing 
 You’re constantly judging me
 I’m never good enough for you
 You should know how it makes me feel
 Why is it so impossible for you to be proud of me for once
 I can’t even be proud of myself without you shooting me down
 Every one of my smiles stay short lived when you look at me
 All it takes is one glance and I can hear you saying how pathetic I am 
 Or how I’m nothing and will never be anything 
 The lack of faith you have in me is so unbelievable
 We are so close but there is so much hate between us 
 You murder my dreams
 You ruin my good times
 You lower my confidence
 Normally someone would ask why I put up with you 
 Or why do I need your approval anyways
 They would say not to hang out with you if I told them 
 But it’s not that simple 
 it’s actually impossible
 You’re everything to me
 Without you Id be dead
 With you I feel like I am dead
  You look at me disgusted in me 
 I’m such a mess you don’t know what to do with me
 I suppose that’s why you don’t try to help
 I wish I didn’t care about your stupid opinion so much 
 I could never tell you how I feel
 How hurt I am 
 It’d be embarrassing to say out loud
 I’d feel like an idiot
 You should already know how I feel anyways
 If I said something to you people would call me strange
 Whisper about me
 I don’t blame them
 I mean do you know how crazy you look when you talk to yourself

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