So this poem. Fucking angry. This poem was based on how I was sexually harassed, so yes this is about me.
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Lego
I was such an outgoing girl
always laughed
played around
until I was harassed
for that girl was gone
blown away
no one heard my cries
but all they did was apologize
I had changed
was shy and no more bubbly
I didn't laugh as much
I couldn't talk to anyone
that girl is back
but she's still afraid
for the day she had been harassed
she had drifted away.
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I just wanna say. Fuck you to Alex, the one who touched me thinking it was okay. You are fucked up and I'll see you in hell one day buddy.
-love caitlin rose
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some anti social girl
PoetryOh wow, something about myself. Am I a deep person? Yes. I write in ways no one will ever understand. These are my poems. The way I express myself. Through the words of depression and sadness. Hell I'd turn back now. Or just stay. Read my life story...
