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Everything is broken.
So broken I don't know where the first tear began,
Perhaps it was always there.
I don't know what's worse,
The pain you cause me or
The pain I cause myself by hurting you-
Unintentionally.
Is it my fault?
My creator, my mother.
Why do we hate?
Mirror, mirror, on the wall-
**** the man that lets me fall.
Cupid had it wrong,
I was never really all that strong-
'till now.

Dear love,
You don't exist.
Signed,
A silly pessimist.
An optimist on saddened days-
Contradictions always my way.
Hey, look at me.
Skin shown, cleavage down to my toes.
I know how to make them look,
I can make them want.

I'm the heart-breaker,
Twirl you around my perfectly manicured finger,
I know how to  breathe.
I know how to ******.

I'm the girl everyone wants to be.
Perfectly advertised, desirable.
Beauty, intelligence
All pertains to me.

Who am I?
I'm every teenage girl, who
Has no self-esteem.
Who lies, cheats, and manipulates, just to be seen.

And I have a question,
Still want to be me?
Written in 10th grade, a little bit of a different style for me.
"Hey now, little girl,
don't you cry.
Everything will be all right,
if you just try.
Believe in yourself,
as hard as it seems,
and all that will come true,
are the best of your dreams."
That's what they tell you,
every single one.
That's what they whisper to you,
every single tongue.
"Believe in your dreams," they say,
"and all will come alive.
Jumping out of your minds,
and into your lives."
But you should know, little girl,
that they tell you lies.
Written in 7th grade, when I was 13.
Capable only of
Loneliness,
One too many
Nights. Forevermore,
Ever the
S**ame.
They say,
"A poem a day keeps the razors away."
Wait, you mean to say it's
An apple a day keeps the doctor away?
**** that.
I was never one for optimistic crap.
I go to bed sick,
And I wake up seething.
I look down at my chest,
I'm pretty sure it's bleeding.
Freezing, right to the core-
'Till I'm numb, feel nothing more.
I'm not even sure I'm breathing.
Fine lines etched;
Secret. Permanent moments of believing,
In tiny little lines.
At least I know I'm leaving.
Suicide?
Silly.

Like me.
E
Entropy
Expand ambivalence,
Extol catastrophe.
Everything always,
Each to his own.
Half of what I was,
What I am.
See the broken,
Saddened smiles.
Roses wilt,
But bloom now,
Happily.

Half of
What I
See
Saddened,
Roses
But bloom
Happily.

what I was,
am.
the broken
smiles
wilt
now
It's almost as though the sun knows our secrets,
And the moon our tears.
It only goes to show that
Secrets only surface when followed by tears.
And what if we're scared?
We build houses, silently tucked away,
Remain inside all night and day.
I'll admit I'm scared -
And I'll build my own **** house
Out of half-assed smiles,
And half-assed eyes.
I wonder if you wouldn't step inside?
No really,
I'm begging you -

Don't let me hide.
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