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Mar 2013
I am who I am so just let me be.
I'm sorry I can't be a perfect child.
I'm sorry my grades arn't perfect.
I'm sorry my room isn't always clean.
I'm sorry my body isn't perfect.
I apologize for not having the same style as you.
I apologize if sometimes my mouth works faster than my brain,
and I say stupid things.
I'm sorry I'm forgetful.
I'm sorry I am such a ***** up.

But you arn't so perfect yourself either

Go to school for me for a day;
then think again before you give me **** about my grades.
Go an entire week without making a single mess;
I ******* dare you.
Worry about your own body;
let mine be.
If my opinion offends you;
don't ask for it.
My mouth isn't the only disfunctional one;
constant harsh words constantly roll off your tongue.
You forget things as easily as me;
half the time you can never seem to remember anything.
My friends, my teachers, my games.


So next time you want to go on and put me down,
make sure you are perfect yourself first.
Never ending venting thoughts
Damaged
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   Roni Shelley
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