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Keiri Aug 2019
It's not a dissability.
There isn't something wrong with me.
I'm just a little down you see.
I wish I could be happy.

I wish I could see me like you did.
My mirror isn't that solid.
There's so much I would rid.
Sometimes, I can be such a kid.

All I have done so far.
Always trying to be a star.
It's high, how I rose my bar.
Within myself I am at war.

An eternal crisis for my identity.
I'm far from being an entity.
Fake, wrong and full of pity.
Yes, it does make me feel ******.

I am nowhere to be seen.
I haven't acted very clean.
I happened to be very mean.
I just needed someone to let me lean.

I didn't get what I want at all.
I am stuck in a neverending fall.
And whenever I try to even crawl.
There's no one I even dare to call.

I let myself suffer alone.
To teach me get a heart of stone.
My body shakes all over as if I am lost in the snow at midnight.
But it is not cold that shakes my body this violently but it is my heart!
Oh my heart!
Oh my heart!
Why do you do this to me?
Why do you let me give you away so freely?
But hurt so when you are giving back!
Why do I trust you in the hands of others when this world is such a wicked place!
Oh I weep over this pain.
My eyes swell up for I may not have to see this wicked world again.
Will I put you out to find carefully and lovingly hands as mine but to be distended to be disappointed.
You may grow cold by that time I find them.
That is a long time to be out with no warmth around you.
Will you hurt like this til I keep you all to myself?
Oh my heart!
Oh my heart!
Why do you hurt so!?
A.C

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