Those silent battles we face
These annoying opponents that we have to race
Those quiet tears that roll down my face
Everyone thinks that I am so happy
But all my emotions come to is sappy
Everyone just believes I am happy
I don't uncover I really feel
All these marks on my heart that have never healed
I'm so sick now that I can barely eat my meal
I don't want to take all these pills to make me better
So as I write this pathetic letter,
I kick away the stool and make myself feel better
No more angry shouts and pain
No more blades or tears like rain
No more voices to prove I'm insane
No more nonsense I have to take
No more emotions I have to fake
No more excuses I will have to make
By me, Lainebug001
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The Thoughts and Poems from the Mind of a 14-Year-Old Girl
PoetryI'm just a teen dealing with life One Step After Another. So, enjoy these crappy limericks, verses, and rhymes. I hope they keep you company. One page at a time.
