I’m not what i appear to be,
why can’t you just except me for me,
i’m not you,
Let it be,
It can’t be that hard to believe,
I look in the mirror and who do i see,
I don’t see myself looking back at me,
I’m sick of pretending to be another not me,
and if i show me for me,
will you still acceppt me in this family?
were sisters your supposed to be by my side,
instead you sit there and watch me cry,
it’s about time i stop the critism,
i’m not letting it slide,
it’s your turn to cry.