Stereotype I

 (there is a second version of this coming out, it will be a better version) (Not referring to stereotype II)


It doesn't matter how many times you break my almost non-existant heart!

I don't remember things I should and I don't begin to understand the reasons!


I'm an actor, call me Sara,

I'm tired of acting, I have no grounded/true identity.


The scars on my arms are nothing!
But the scars on embedded in my mind are psycho monsters.


No matter my action, I'm to be wrong, I'm never good enough and always Judged!

Are the stereotypes really worth it?

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