I cant figure out what to do
They always look so cute
They never think so
I always think so though
They hate them-self
I love them
I hate myself
I don't know about them
I don't know what they feel
I don't know what they think
I first have to figure it out in my own
Ruin a friendship
Or possible get a love interest
Either way
Both ways
First or second
Some thing will change me
Ill hate myself more
Or slowly learn to love myself
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This is a poem from a bit ago sooo....., yeah
YOU ARE READING
Why am I Alive?
Non-FictionI don't expect any reads for this... I just have to write my feelings and I am okay with others seeing them.
