Toxic.

I wish you could see,
That this girl; she’s not me.
I want to be elated;
This feeling like I’ve deflated,
It’s toxic.

I feel a tear roll slowly down my cheek.
And I wonder if crying makes me weak.
I ponder; do strong women weep?
Will the bravery I reap,
Disappear?

I wish you could see,
That this girl; she’s not me.
I want to be elated;
This feeling like I’ve deflated,
It’s toxic.

My hands begin to quiver,
And my body gives a shiver.
I hate who I’ve become;
This sobbing heap of scum.

I wish you could see,
That this girl; she’s not me.
I want to be elated;
This feeling like I’ve deflated,
It’s toxic.

And I wish you could see,
that there’s another side to me.