Things are always the same,
I have a routine that won't budge.
Stay up late, sleep till 4pm,
Get up for education, The whole time to be judged.
So what if I'm poor?
Don't have a mom,
Get bullied at school?
I am my own person,
Fucking touch me,
Bitch I dare.
Maybe they think I'm a bully,
But I honestly don't care...
No one must get close to me,
No one must know I'm here.
YOU ARE READING
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RandomPlease don't take these. My poetry is all I have. warning: VERY SAD, DON'T READ IF YOU ARE EASILY UPSET
