Can you see me?
im just a kid,
untrusted.
my reflection is staring back,
but what i see,
is not me.

All i do is roam in halls,
Like a Ghost without a mouth.
No matter how much i reach out,
im just a handprint, uncleaned.

"i like poetry,"
so?
"im not good in art,"
so?
"im not perfect,"
so?
"im not pretty,"
so?
i like poetry too,
so?
not everyone can draw,
so?
nobody's perfect,
so?
thats just what you think,
so?

little ms. perfect,
has a little secret.
She's a big fat liar,
and you can't trust her words.
She cries,
yet she lies.
So whats the point in her?
Her words are like honey,
but be careful,
They sting!
she'll drain you till you drop,
so leave while you can!

I trusted this world,
but my ears deceive.
i heard the truth,
and again its a lie.

My thoughts play tricks,
i thought trusting was right.
the whisper of lies,
This world is just filled with untruthful words.

But why?
i cant stop believeing in them.
what makes them so perfect?
i just wished i could close my ears,
and shut their mouths.

‎
As far as I know,
Nobody wants to jump off.
They were just pushed.
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I speak,
but do you listen?

One day,
someone asked me,
"what is the best thing that ever happened to you?"
i searched for an answer,
but i could only think,
of you.