Seventeen:
My overflowing popularity is in direct contrast
To the empty house inside of my heart
My chest is puffed when I’m outside
And I slouch when I’m back home
I look into the mirror and see my pathetic self
Am I going by the seasons why am I so depressed by myself?
Why am I depressed...
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