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Stop scolding me stop comparing me to her
Stop reminding me of all the things you wish I were
I know enough that I'm a monster, I'm not like other girls
I hurt everyone, but I am also hurt
If I don't cry, does that mean I don't matter?
To be loved, do I have to be weak?
I don't cry because I want to be the shoulder
For everyone to let it out and lean on me
I swear I know I'm a monster
I know that I hurt you
But can monsters one day start to matter?
Because they have feelings too...
Lara Houssami
8-19-2019
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Nephophilia
Poetry'Nephophilia' is the love for clouds. Clouds may seem ordinary for some people, but they aren't ordinary at all for me, and it is obvious for most of my poems have mentions of clouds in them.
