"You guys believe that the world is fair and that everybody is nice."
I stopped believing that a long time ago.
"You need to believe that the world is cruel and people are jerks."
I do already.
"You guys are just kids."
Yet I feel I've grown up.
"You guys think that everything will come easy. You haven't worked hard"
I work hard to keep up my grades despite insomnia and depression. I work hard to make people like me even though they never will.
I work hard to keep up the act that I'm okay.
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S H A T T E R E D
Poetryhere. Here will be a series of things Tragic Sad Whatever you call it Things Things I haven't shared Finally shared The things I've kept inside