Some say it's green, others just see red,
Some hide it with a smile, others don't even try,
As it grows in chest and hands turn to fists,
You try to decide exactly what it is,
As it slithers up your throat and you fight to keep it in,
Somehow all that you have seems trashy and cheap,
Why is it so hard to just be strong,
To not mind or give an understanding smile.
Not to think, that should be me!
To be happy with yourself and let others see.
Who knows maybe then it will hit her
And your life is the one that she would prefer.
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