Our racing minds are always threatening to take us over
We fight, and we struggle against it yet we endure all the same
These constant internal conflicts make us question everything
The struggles not spoken still lie deep beneath the surface of us all
As hard as we try not to show them, they are there
This gift is also a curse,
The thoughts of a teenage girl
What a perplex thing indeed
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A Teenage Girl's Mind
PoetryA collection of poetry from the messed up mind of a teenage girl.
