If I were them

If I were them

I wouldn’t do that

I wouldn’t laugh at her

For what she couldn’t help

If I were them

I’d be thankful for her help

I’d keep saying thank you

For the times she lent a hand

If I were them 

I wouldn’t misuse her shyness

I wouldn’t tease her for her weak point

Knowing her soul could be destroyed

If I were them

I think I could understand

How hard she had struggled

Against the demons living in her

If I were them

I wouldn’t condemn her

For something about that

I don’t know a damn

If I were them

I’d apologise to her

For acting such a tactless way

For making her feel broken and ashamed

But they’re so fucking perfect

They’re just too different

To understand how it feels

To hate myself for being me…

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