The Dreamer With the Fake Smile
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Who is real? Who is fake?
No one knows. Is anyone there true self?
There all obsessed about being someone there not. Doing drugs, smoking, skipping class, yelling at teachers and walking out!
Why? Why do teens do this?
I walk through school not knowing who to trust.
I walk through high school not knowing what to do after words.
I'm only a freshmen, but it's still something to think about.
My name, Jayla Frent.
It's different but I like it.
I like being different.
But there are things about me no one else knows, if I told they would never understand.
I'm scared to open up to people.
I'm scared of what people think.
I just care to much, but I can't help it!
I dont even know anymore.
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