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They called me beautiful but beautiful girls get guys.
Where is mine?
Why am I here alone when they say I'm too kind, no, kind girls get guys. Where's mine?  
It's funny how friends say these things but guys don't bat an eye
Who am I?
Am I nice?
Am I kind?
Or is it all just lies.
People say these things and I don't know why but it hurts.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words.
They capture our life up until death,
So our soul and life lives on.
But I wonder, who will see what's after them and maybe what's before?
History class seems boring, all those old stories.
I wonder, what if we were the history?
And it was our picture in place of their's?
Would we feel the same, thinking our stories are boring?
They say a picture is worth a thousand words.
Be remembered with smile and make sure history won't be boring
Im told I'm fake
Because I try to please everyone
But I cry and I laugh and I forgive
Does that make me fake?
I smile in the halls instead of frown like most
Because smiles spread quickly
Does that make me fake?
I prefer friends over enemies,
Because when I was younger I had neither.
Does that make me fake?
They tell me to be myself,
Because having pink hair makes me too different and I try too hard
So I fixed my hair.
If being fake means helping others,
I'm going to be fake for as long as I can and I refuse to fix myself.
Maybe not a poem but I had to get it out of my system. -L
I dream of worlds of smiles and laughter
I dream of worlds of love and kindness.
But some days, my world's are gone.
Gone like my laughter.
Gone with my love.
Why are some refused the rights to dream?
To believe.
To see.
To laugh.
To cry.
I guess now I see why,
Dreaming is all just lies.

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