When did my mind become a jumbled mess.
When did i not know what i wanted anymore.
I just want to be the way i use to be.
When i was a good child.
I want to be the girl my parents think they still have.
When i wasn't exposed to all this hurt in the world.
I want to make my parents proud again.
BE the daughter they want.
I don't want to be me anymore.
I just hurt others and myself.
Why cant i just be different.
Why cant i stop being me.
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The Real Me, What I Feel, What I See
PoetryPoems that i make. They may be about my thoughts, actions, or just about anything i think of. Please don't judge, i know I'm not the greatest. Have a good Day
