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Guard is up,
No one knows why.
But I'd rather leave it until I fly.
In my head I know exactly why,
The reason I don't trust anyone or myself.
I'm like a book on a shelf -
The one no one reads,
The one that no one needs.
I'm the one that collects the dust,
While all go past, I can never trust.
Because of my issues:
I'll always need tissues,
because when I cry it only continues.
In the past,
I've tried so hard -
To disregard,
The way I feel.
But all in all, I know it's too real.
To hurt so bad -
You can only imagine,
The way it feels to read "No Caption."
I am a no one,
A helpless soul,
One like a mole.
I'm unwanted -
Never flaunted.
But it's ok,
Since i'm happy to obey,
That I'll always be alone.