Why does everyone finds it easy to hurt me. The lies, and why can't it stop?
I'm human too which signifies that I have feelings.
Because I'm soft, I don't speak for my rights. I fear what happens if I tell the truth, because when I do; everyone calls me wicked and a liar.
Now the crowd is against me; my people.
The people I look up to and expect to love and cherish me. Every where I go, there's someone who makes me look like the bad and crazy one.
08.10.17
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No FicciónPoems..... About love, family hate. This book consists of poems. I've been writing from I was 9years old.
