When I think about a certain someone,
Or whatever happened to me in the past,
I get scared that it will happen again,
Making friends is hard for me,
I don't tell anyone my real name until I trust them,
My trust issues are due to my past,
Some people made me feel stupid,
Some people stab me in the back,
Some people lied to me,
The people that hurt me wanted to control me,
During my school life,
I always been in the middle of everything,
Some people bullied me cause they wanted control,
My past is very depressing...
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𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 || 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢
PoetryMy heart was broken, into pieces I want to escape reality, but it's impossible, Lost, I am.
