I stare at these same walls every single day,
I think to myself,
"Why?"
I just want to know why i am here,
Why i am stuck in this house with the ignorant people i call family,
But i am stuck..
I always am stuck here,
I do not know how much longer i can take it with these people,
I am tired of being called names,
Playing all of their stupid games,
I just want out,
I am even counting the years and months.
But in the end,
I know something that will haunt me forever..
I am stuck with these people that are suppose to be my family,
I just wish that i could be saved.
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Life As Me </3
PoetryI create poems out of emotions and my poems express how i feel; they arent lies. I love writing.