I wore this.
Too tight.
I wore that.
Too loose.
This,
Not me.
That,
To real.
To find an in between
Of this
And that,
Is like a truce between enemy's
Without any
Bloodshed.
A teens knowledge of
Bloodshed,
Goes far beyond lessons of war.
And me being one of those,
Poor,
Fateful,
Teenagers
I obviously know the pain all to well.
But to others dismay
I have no reason to be this way.
Bullied?
No.
Mistreated?
By others? No.
I'm not fake,
At least in the ways cared about.
But sincere in my pain,
only to those that force me out of hiding.
And the true way that friend are made,
Through each other's sorrow,
Is where all my pals meet tomorrow.
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Kinda hate how true it is, kinda hate it in general though. I hope everyone else enjoyed though. If you did please vote and comment, that would just be amazing.
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