I'm not good at speaking
Only do I ever find joy in overeating
Quivering and shivering
You never cared
Love was the one feeling we never shared
Crying and slowly dying
I have gone through too much pain
I have always been the one to blame
"Snitch"
You called my name
Around the school I had fame
Being known as a bit weird
Every time I would shine a smile
They all feared
They all would run miles
Just to keep distances
Pretend they never knew my existence
I was quietly watching
Quietly mocking
As you could only hear silence
I was thinking of violence
Slowly going insane
But those feeling, I must refrain
Ok I'll stop, rhyming is not forte
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YOU ARE READING
I'm only 14 (poetry book)
PoetryWarning- most of these poems contain depression and self-harm, I suggest for readers who are sensitive on these topics do not continue reading, thank you.-
