Chapter 15: Freaks.
They put me in the looney bin.
Now I spend my day with people like me.
I hate them.
I hate every single goddamn one of them.
They say if i'm saved it will be a miracle.
God can save me.
Yeah right god put me in this place.
God put me with parents who beat me and tell me I am worthless.
How could they do this to me?
How could they put me with these freaks.
Well I guess they put me with my kind.
I am one of the freaks aren't I?
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PoetryShe was perfect. Well what everyone else saw was perfect. What they did not see was not so perfect. The depression, the jagged scars on her burning wrists and thighs, the tears she wept at night after the fights, the bruises left on her body by her...
