You go to class, feeling small
You sit down, you feel their eyes,
Their reading your flaws their judjing you, with their words.
They dont know how much it hurts. But you stay strong, your face like stone
Then you make an insult of your own
''Their right, i'm not good enough''
You repeat therse words, they hit you tough
You hate yourself, you hate this life
You feel yourself loosing the fight
You dont know, so confused
just don't think about it, and be you
the way you dress dose'nt matter
and your sexuallity dosent define your personality
but it will all be well in time
just go out and try,
it it fails then one day, you'll have a story to tell
or a poem to write about it
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<3 heres that peom i promised
YOU ARE READING
a cutting poem-insecutity kills
PoetryPlease don't juge me for this. Cutting isnt for attention, and im not trying to get it. This is just some stuff I write through out the day and guys gals people of the world if you need some help im here. I wont juge you. So yea, hope you enjoy
