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Jun 2019
Oh how frustrating it must be
For you to watch the being inside of me
Become the thing it doesn’t want to be
How degrading, the time you’re wasting
Trying your hardest to make me feel
Can I just say that I’m being real?
Trying Your hardest to fill my well
To lose the voices I know so well
Well how frustrating, it must be
As I sit here comfor’bly
How degrading I must seem
As I fade here underneath
This is a combination of a poem I wrote a couple months ago and a song I wrote a couple years ago. Last month, I painted something for art class, and in the description I described the bed to represent this idea of what is normal—a bed is a pretty typical thing for a lot of people, an everyday item—and how “our monsters” can hide under this mask of normality we put on. I think this poem goes along with that idea.
Gabriel Bonney
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Gabriel Bonney  17/M/Indiana
(17/M/Indiana)   
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