I was born into a burning house with parents who pretended like there wasn't a fire. With parents who acted like everything was fine. With parents who made it seem like I was the crazy one like I was the one with problems like I didn't get them from them. Of course, I'm angry I'm angry that I'm the only one who can see the fire who can see how bad it is. I'm angry that I don't get any sympathy or acknowledgement for all of what I've been through. I'm angry at my parents for putting me into a burning house I didn't choose to be in this burning house but there's no escaping it.
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The live's I've lived
PoésieThis is a collection of poems and pieces of writing. That I have written over the last 2 years of my life. I've never been one to actually live. To take the risk. A lot of the things I have written are about things that have happened in my head. Or...
