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         Break me down

         For what you want to see

         Yet in me but not in yourself

         Pick me apart

         Until I’m no longer a whole

         No longer myself

         But an image of your fear and anger

         And now my fear and anger

         Because of your eyes,

        Lost in myself but more now, someone else

:We lose who we are because we’re subconsciously afraid of what you’ll do with it.

:You never really give us the chance to find ourselves in the first place.

:We don’t come with confidence and self-assurance.

:You’re quick to crush the little we do develop with shallow misunderstandings and harsh assumptions.

:Who we are, you’ll never know. You don’t want to.

:It’s possible that we’ll never know either. You don’t let us.

:We can’t mold.

:You don't want to believe we're better.

:We’re not.

:We’re different. From you. From each other.

:You detach from us without ever understanding us.

:You create the separation and don’t give us the chance to close it.