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Cam
Poems
Mar 2019
All the Colors.
People tell me that I have a pretty smile.
But if it's fake, does it matter?
People tell me that I am beautiful.
But inside, I am blackened and charred from years of getting burned.
People tell me that I am strong.
But I don't consider, blocking out the pain "strong".
People tell me that I am brave.
But putting on a brave face, doesn't mean I am brave on the inside.
People tell me I will go places, that I will do great things someday.
But how can I? When I barely get through today?
People think that they know who I am, they think they know ME.
But no one does, no one really knows that on the inside,
I am a child's painting.
They first add blue, then yellow, then green, and red and orange and purple.
And in the end,
its just a blob of brown,
that was once all the colors of the rainbow.
Written by
Cam
17/F/Wisconsin
(17/F/Wisconsin)
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