why do i even bother
to try and look my best
when you're standing in the corner
picking on all my flaws.
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why do i even bother
to make myself happy
when you're standing in the corner
laughing at my sadness
//
why do i even bother
to try and make new friends
when you're standing in the corner
spreading lies about my past
//
why do i even bother
to make myself forget
when you're standing in the corner
always making me regret.
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Poems
Poetryall of these poems were written by me in my best times and in my worst. i'll let you figure out which poem belongs in which time.
