I’m sorry.
I’m sorry that you have to act so twisted.
Jealously will eventually tear us all apart I know,
For I am not perfect, and neither are you,
So you shouldn’t act so.
Fake façade, you need a mask.
One with feathers, glitter, and gold,
To hide those imperfections you are so insecure about.
What a fragile thing you are.
It makes me sad.
So breakable,
Someone will break you.
So full of pressure,
You will someday blow apart.
Life is hard,
My “friend.”
This is why I must be hard also.
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