There was a girl,
Who wore a mask,
When she was sad,
She hid it fast.
The girl cried at night,
Tears running down her face,
She got tired of the fight,
Of trying to win the race.
She wanted to end it,
She wanted to die,
Since no one could ever,
Seem to hear her cries.
This girl felt alone,
This girl felt sad,
Tis girl is me,
Is that bad?
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My Poetry
Randomthis is all from my poetry journal. just different stuff. I have the randomest crap sometimes XD. please vote comment and add this book to your reading lists.
