Who am I anymore,
If I second guess everything
That I hear, think
See and speak?
How is it that nobody
Notices what I hide,
And nobody seems
To hear me when I cry?
Maybe it's because
I won't let them.
Won't let them see
Because I can't hurt them.
It's my job to heal everyone,
Just not myself.
That's something I don't deserve
Unless I prove my place on the shelf.
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8th Grade Poems, To and From
PoetryAnother collection of poems from 8th-grade minds! These poems conclude our personal struggles, ups and downs, and friendships (with one another and others) throughout this year. We hope you enjoy and find special meaning for yourself in these poe...
