When I was just a little girl,
I was told i was worth so much.
The boys would tell me "You're Beautiful"
But those words just hurt me so much.
No one really meant,
No not nearly enough.
I would think so different,
Because i was never good enough.
As the years went by i forgot many things,
Like i'm meant to be treated with care.
Because if you really loved me,
You would never dare hurt me.
Respect always went out the window,
What's that? I don't even know.
People forget how delicate a person may be,
They forget that they have feelings,
As they play their games and flee.
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Poetry Collection: Volume 2
PoesíaA collection of Poems based on different aspects of life from health to love, to depression to nature
