You don't want me at my worst.
You don't want the frustration or sadness.
The upset or the confusion.
You can't handle the mean little voice in my head.
Or the way i beat myself up.
You would rather not speak than say meaningless nothings to make me feel better.
You would rather me self-soothe so you don't have to worry about it.
When your compliments fall on deaf ears, you give up.
You don't want me at my worst.
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