I was immature, I know.
I was getting used everytime, I know.
I was the other person for others, I know.
I was hurting myself, I know.
I was compared with other, I know
I was hated by behind, I know.
My feelings were just like a toy for them, I know.
I know, they never saw me as a friend, but as a helper in their bad deeds.
I was immature, that I thought I am being loved, I am enjoying my life, doing bad deeds is okay.
But no, at last I got that I was wrong, I was immature, and what do u expect from 13 year old girl,
By looking behind I relief myself that I did a good job, I came out of it, I didn't destroyed my innocence, and i had not done any bad deed even though I lived in bad influence.
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Poesíapoetry written by me About what is going on in my life... 😭 It's current feeling how am I feeling, how I want to express but i couldn't in real world. Writing makes me escape the reality. The dream I hold.
