white girls can’t rap

dealing with insecurities, but not about myself – i’m having a hard time trusting anyone else, so i treat you like a tourist, put you on the shelf, say i’ll come play later if i need any help.. it seems i should be concerned with what i see in the mirror, but what i see is much more than my appearance; i see rage eating away at my spirit & maybe i should change but i’m unsure if i want to cos all i’ve known is hatred since i was a schoolgirl. 

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