You don't have the right. You're family, and you don't have the right to go around just... Just going around and breaking everything that I've built up. If it weren't for you honestly I don't know where I'd be, but it's probably as far away from here as it can be. I'm a mess and you're not helping me at all, and it hurts so bad because you just think you're so great but you don't realize that the words you say are hurting me. Genuinely hurting me. There's nothing I can do to stop it. Because I'm the youngest, because my friends aren't your friends aren't as amazing, or as dressed up as yours, maybe not as smart, and might not seem like anything, but to me they're my world.
Because without them I don't know where I would be, and you just insulting them like that. I'll stand up for them until you get tired of fighting me, even though we were never getting anywhere. You say a word against them, and that's when I know it's time for you to go. Time for me to go.
Hurt me spare them.
Please.
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Broken Wings
Poetry'For someone so small you're pretty strong. For someone so brave you're pretty shy. For someone so observant you're pretty abnormal.' For someone like me it's pretty hard to decide who I wanna be or where I want to fit in. So this isn't exactly poet...
