I feel gross about it, self conscious, stupid, fucked up,
I feel its wrong despite how right it comes,
I cry, I whine, I beg, but it always stays the same,
A girl with secrets and no one to say its okay,
So inside I beat myself up, "Why can't you be normal?" I shout,
And it makes me wanna die, even though I'm being me,
It feels too wrong to be alive,
I would tell you, so maybe you could help,
But I don't wanna be weird or gross,
So I battle it by myself,
A Little alone, with no one to keep me safe from harm..
Someone please tell me..Where did I go wrong?
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Poetry Done Right
Poetry(Description will be entered at later date. Basically its a book of poems I write. If you would like yours to be in it, please message me and I'll add it in with all credits going to you. I'll add any social media you have as well, if you would l...
