I don't know how else to say it, other than I'm done.
I'm done trying to be what you want me to be; the perfect friend, the perfect daughter, the perfect student...
You all just don't understand...
It feels like I'm stuck on a carousel, and I'm unable to get off.
But you won't even try to help me off, will you?
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My Poems (COMPLETED)
PoetryThis is just a series of poems that I write when I'm bored. Some are long, and some are short. Enjoy :)
