Can I do anything right please tell me
Hidden pain behind my mask
Acting out is the way I vent
Sounds like a sad life
Could you hear me if I was silent
Listen to me if I was dead
Lingering over a cliff
Tears of fusterations
Annocements are made and judge
Memories of me will fade
Never completely forgotten
No one knows the pain i've been through
All the lies that made my dreams not come true
Act out so you would listen
Put yourself in my situation
A girl who never had love
Now is selling her body without no glove
A boy selling drugs
To get high so he don't have to hear his mom cry at night
All this pain and no one will listen
Put yourself in their posistion
Would you care or would you just sit there and stare
If it's your life would you care then
Will you even understand what is behind closed doors
The reason why the delinquents cry at night
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Tears Of A Delinquent
PoetryBehind a mask of a broken life a poem for all the kids who think they do nothing right