even when emotions are well something is down
even when laughter is the only noise i cant hear a sound
even when i'm in my house i don't feel home
even when there is a crowd of people I'm alone
i don't feel happy when i should
i don't cry when something horrible happens
i don't care if I'm the only person to disagree
i don't feel like a person that deserves this life
my parents are a bit homophobic
my sister doesn't let me go places
my mirror whispers insults to me when I'm in front of it
my notebooks filled with doodles and ideas set themselves on fire in my dreams
when in asleep my dreams taunt me with a better life
when its my turn to do something i panic
when i speak I'm normal but when I'm put on the spot i stutter
when I'm the center of attention i panic
i hate my stupid face
i hate my ugly legs
i hate my chubby body
i hate my laugh
i hate my hair
I'm bored of my face because its my damned face and i have to see it everyday
but for the most part I'm happy with what life gave me.
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Poems by me
Teen FictionI stole Justin Ciccone's idea ... Not the poems, just the set up