Not everyone's against you.
There's no enemy to fight.
There's no reason to walk out of class or stay awake all night.
I don't know why you're crying, why you're ruining your year.
Why do you want to pack your bags?
You aren't getting out of here.
You know I've tried to love you, you hated at that stage.
but looking back all I can see are tears and pointless rage.
I've come to the conclusion, that those years are a lost cause,
to stop analysing endlessly my past self's unceasing flaws.
I know that I've been happier, though I tend to relapse,
maybe if I do right by you I can move on, perhaps.
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PoetryI've written a lot of poetry, and I guess people should here it. Some are about me and my experiences but are mostly just poems.