I am real,
When I cry in the corner it's because I feel.
Though it's not always sad, and its not always right,
It's what helps me put the scissors down and go to bed at night.
I'll make mistakes, I'll change my ways,
I'll be drowning in sorrow, I'll be livid for days.
Like a mirror I can shatter, like a building I'll collapse,
But I'll try to build even higher, before I relapse.
Life is a stage so write you're own play,
Shape it, mold it, restart, you got enough clay.
If you want to be remembered, step up and believe,
Fight until you die, and you will achieve.
But always remember your heart and yourself,
Never forget the people who helped,
Because when you lay down to look inside and heal,
You'll always want to truthfully say, "I am real."
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