These are the confessions, the secrets that I keep.
The things that prevent me from going to sleep.
The things that I've done that shame me so
The things from my past, from my ultimate low
I cheated on a test that determined my life
I sliced my skin open with a kitchen knife
I said I loved you when I loved another
The boy I loved was your older brother
I was raped, but I didn't tell a soul
I cry at night because I am no longer whole.
I might be pregnant with a bastard child
This hatred I feel is driving me wild
I smoke and drink to erase this mistake
I wish someone could just shake me awake
My belly is growing, soon my parents will know
That something is wrong, I'll have to put on a show.
So I keep these thoughts locked to myself
In my brain on the bottom right shelf
To keep my life some what sane
So I can appear as a plain Jane
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The Soul's Autobiography
PoetryIt's simply a collection of poems that I wrote that have absolutely nothing in common.