No one truly sees who I am
Inside, I'm not the happy girl they see
Friends, Family, they're all oblivious to what's really going on inside my mind
Every joke they make
Every time they "jokingly" call me stupid, or ugly, or a whore, I begin to believe it
It started out as a little laugh
But now, as I sit away from them in school
The little laugh turns to a little tear
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The Loser Journal
PoetryThis is a collection if poems that are dispensed from my brain. If you repost these anywhere, please give credit. Anyway, I'm depressed. So this is where I vent all of my feelings. If you are depressed, please feel free to message me. I want to help...
