Under the skin, I am fighting... 
Fighting the odds that were hiding...
Hiding the real me from me, fooling
Fooling my mind that I'm winning...
Winning the things with no meaning... 
Meaning given to the personality which I wasn't owning...

Owning the efforts meant to be for losing...
Losing R the real and fake is conquering...
Conquering the lie but the truth is awaiting...
Awaiting for the disclosure, the truth is in making... 

Making the fake piss off and truth prevailing...
Prevailing the real me, the fake one is drowning...
Drowning the unreal, naive me is learning... 
Learning the fact that being vulnerable is not the bond breaking...
Breaking the ice with the flaws, they need to be admiring...
Admiring myself knowing many thingsI am lacking. By Lacking everything but the real I am living...

Living being me is needing...
Needing to being myself, not escaping... 
Escaping the critics, on me I am working...
Working to build a better me stronger with flaws not weakening...

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