other boys never truly saw me a girl, but at least they would see me. you still act as if i do not exist, as if i do not look at you every time i hear your voice in class. as if i do not try to find you among the crowd, or everywhere i go. as if i do not tell the most important part of myself to shut up and stop existing every time you are around. do you even realize what you do to 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...
