Battles Unreal damage

Why do you sit there
with your lonely stare
Why is it so rare
For you to care
Why are these tares
So hard to repair
So scared of unreal damage
That you allowed it managed
your entire imagine
Can your eyes see the unreal damage that you allow to manage
You cried for me
So long ago
So long ago
Only I tried to help
Now your scared
And I am faced alone
Mourn now your unreal damage we created inside of me
We wear that fear
only to bare the rare sight of wat once was me.
Janice Cook

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Just a little common confusion of self identity