The need to hide your appearance.
Falling to the ground after one breath.
Afraid to cause an interference.
Already automatically settled for death.
My thoughts and feelings poured.
Walking around school scared.
Lost my connection with the LORD.
Its the devil, im being dared.
People still ask me how I'm feeling.
Saying nothing as I walk by.
I'm always outside kneeling.
I really can't have them lie.
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Poems Of Creatvity And Creation
PoetryPoetry, where it lives "The ones who are trying to define us are the ones that are lost"
