Stupid Girl: "Grow up," it's just a little crush. Why am I so torn. They're right. Why did it matter. He didn't care, I shouldn't. It's because I was given hope, that I would be able to find someone that's was okay with me. Someone that found me funny, was accepting of my looks and had seen my personality and wanted more. Well, what personality? Here we are at God only knows what hour of the night writing our sorry little asses off. No one will see this. This is what's real. This is everything that's been compressed, but now it's here. All in a physical form.
Stupid Girl: who could stand this.
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Broken Demons
PoetryHow do you manage when you're confined to be alone and your demons attack. No distractions no help. But those demons are broken, and all they can say is, stupid, stupid girl.
