You don't understand my pain,
do you? Sitting here.
Knowing nobody wants
me. But who would?
I'm mean, bitter. I'm
not pretty enough.
I'll die
all alone. No one to hold me.
But it's all my fault,
right? I made myself this way.
All I do is create
problems. Everything I do is wrong.
People got to
me. I let them.
But why, you
ask? They're all bigger than me.
Everyone is bigger than
me. Stronger than me.
I'm small and
weak. With no one to help me.
It's all my fault...
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Little Voice
PoetryJust some poems for the teenage mind. Brought to you by a teenager.