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See my evil, you say its clear
You rank me down, you never want me near
My feelings I show, in poems full of woe,
You rank them low, saying my feelings don’t show,
I have no right to show myself..
Is this what you want, I’m 14 years old,
And you don’t really care, this despair,
Why do you insist on this?
This hateful stare you share with one another?

I can’t take this feeling anymore,
No longer will I open the door,
Show someone in, let them sit down,
Then they just look around,
and as if in disgust they frown,
They run so far, I never keep up,

All I want to do its cry,
But never a teardrop escapes my eye
Making up my mind, I can’t do it
The decisions just sit there, never to be found,
I’m numb, my brains gone dead, I’m down …
I don’t understand why things turned out this way,
I don’t know why I’m so masked today…

No one seems to want to know,
Why my pain just seems to grow,
I find no strength in myself anymore,
I used to have so much, but now its gone..
Please help I don’t know what to do,
I really need someone there now,
I really need you to help me through,
I’m sorry I repeat things so much,
Its just because I’m loosing touch…