Family
They forget the bad
And I try to as well
Mine is a coping mechanism
And theirs is to make them feel like a good person
Two different sides of the same tale
,the same coin
Even though I repress
The events are still there
Very present
The words
The shoving
The punching
The hitting
So much hate
And I sadly remember it all
I shall repress it
Hopefully it will stay down
Sometimes it comes back up
Like gross vomit
And I usually shove it back down
Or throw it up
Like I'm a pose cheerleader caring to much about her figure
And less about her self
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Things About Life
Poetryfeelings I started writing again I republished it Bc why not You can see the style difference bc my writing style of poetry now is much better Enjoy ( p.s I unpublished all the poetry that I thought was really bad )
