Little child, grow up to be proud.
Try everything I couldn't.
Never fit in, never pair in.Always on the sidelines, I smile.
Pretend everything's fine,
When I'm just dying inside.They never know when I'm low.
It hurts, but nothing is seen.
I wish I could let it out, but I never can.
Lilly, 08/28/2024
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Lone Willow and Heartbreak creeks - collection of poems
PoetryThis a collection a poems.