Chapter 20: Nice Things
I talk now.
In group.
They say nice things,
even though I am horrible to them.
It's still nice to hear.
I am as mean to them as the monsters are in my mind,
I say mean things to them,
hoping they will leave me alone.
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PoesíaShe 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...
