People think the same mistake never happens twice.
I wish that was me, that'd be nice,
But sadly, I am different, yet all the while the same
And I make as many mistakes as possible,
With my stupid tiny brain.
And so they hate me, for I am an evil being.
But I tell them, I promise them that I'm not that mean
But even if they believed me, what difference would it make?
So I wait, and wait...
Hoping they realize,
It's not me they despise
But my Mistakes

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Depressed Poems by a Depressed girl
PoetryThis is just all the poems I've written in my 2 years of middle school so far. I mean why not?