I can't even
Walk out in the street
Without someone commenting
On my body
I look older than i am
But i don't do it
So you can look at me
Like i am your next meal
Like i'm your prize you just won
I am not yours
The look of confusion
When I say im 17 and
Yet you still don’t back down
“I wont tell if you don’t”
I feel sick.
I am me
And you degrade me
I am young
Heart broken
Not a prize
Not a meal
I am me
Let me be
Please
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ØVERTHINKING
PoetryØverthinking leads tø fear. Fear leads tø anxiety. Døn't knøw what's inside øf me. F A L L I N G Everyøne has their demøns. Søme møre than øthers. These are mine
