You did your best
But your best is not the standard of the rest.
You tried.
But in the end, you just cried.
You were constantly compared
At the same time paired.
God knows you're hurting
But still, you stood up smiling.
You have your set of friends,
But who can be sure they'll be there till the end?
Choose wisely, bc it hurts to have a pretend Angel—
when in reality, it can be someone who just rebelled.
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Words left unsaid
PoetryHurt people, hurt. While I... write ** Hey, i just want u to know that writing is my way of filtering out pain, sentiments and thoughts when no one else would care. It saved me, it helped me. And this is a Compilation of my creation. Words that are...
