I hear them talk about
who they think I am
or what they hear I do
but they don't know
half of the things I've been through.
It's already one thing to talk about me
but I hate the fact
that the majority of my "rep"
isn't nearly true.
You say I fall for everyone that comes in my life
and laugh at me for being weak
but you don't know how big
of a void I try to fill
with the affection that I seek.
I never had someone to show me
how a man was really supposed to treat me.
Instead I learned a man doesn't truly care
unless he curses or beats me.
So continue to blame me for being stupid
or whatever you want to name me.
Just think of my story
when you decide to "expose" or "shame" me.
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