Do people enjoy inflicting pain?
What is it they feel they can gain?
A target I will forever be,
Because I'm so afraid of being me,
They don't realize I'm being hurt,
Though they grind me into the dirt,
I never let them see me cry,
But it hurts so bad I feel I could die.
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Losing the Luster of Life
PoetryA collections of poems that I had written down in my journal. I finally decided to post them. Enjoy!
