in the morning, when i am getting ready to go school, you are on my mind, just walking around inside my skull. when i choose my clothes, i think about the way you will not look at me. when i put some cream on my face i think about the way you will not kiss my cheeks. when i put some perfume on, i think about the way you will not smell me. and when finally, i put my headphones inside my ears and that i choose the music i am going to listen to, i think about the way you never hear me.
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everyday struggles of a fifteen-year-old
Poetrytrash can in which i will be throwing my feelings. This is a safe place and environment for everyone no matter what. You cannot judge me, just like i cannot judge you. My feelings are mine, and the way i react to things is up to my spirit and mysel...
