I have been almost thrown out
Four times in my life, I was flawed
Each time I learned a valuable lesson
On how to deal with my family
The first time, I was in the second grade
I was so depressed, I never left the bed
They were going to put me in a home
I learned how to pretend to be happy
The second time, I was in the fourth grade
I couldn't feel anything, I stared at the wall
They were going to give me to grandma
I learned how to pretend to be present
The third time, I was in the seventh grade
I was just so angry, I kept lashing out
They were going to put me in military school
I learned how to suppress
The fourth time, I was in the ninth grade
I had been caught reading an lgbt novel
They were going to put on the streets
I learned how to hide
I must be happy
I must be present
I must suppress
I must hide
So that I can survive
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My Book of Poems
PoetryHello, I'm not going to lie. I suck at conversations, especially if I have to introduce myself. This is partially what I write about. You see, I write when I freak out. I write when I can't deal with being myself. So I hope you will take a look into...
