Every day passes,
Reminding me of lessons to be learned.
Opportunities pass me by,
Showing me things to be earned.
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I do not know life as an adult sees it,
Only as a child and teen.
I can only guess what life is meant to be,
Based on what I've seen.
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Today I learned of love,
And the pain that it may bear.
You can never know a persons truth,
Behind the masks they wear.
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I do not know the meaning of love,
Or why it is never true.
I'm unsure of so many things these days,
I know less than I thought I knew.
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I find it's getting difficult,
To distinguish bad from good.
And although it sounds cliche,
I'm a child misunderstood.
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I need to move on past the hurts,
Move to heaven from this hell.
I need to stand up to others,
And to myself as well.
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I don't know how to tell,
A good friend from a bad.
We talk behind each other's backs,
Ruining the truth we had.
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When I stare into the mirror,
I see things I wish I could deny.
A fear of judgement and confrontation,
I can no longer look myself in the eye.
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If everybody has to go,
Through torment and through pain.
If they understand the hurt,
That is another's gain.
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If they can feel,
The burden of their fears.
And know the cost,
Of showing their tears.
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If they know how it feels,
To have a lover or friend.
Stab their backs with knives,
Why are they so cruel to say
These are the best years of our lives?
-Marissa Roche