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by Leslie May 3, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I'm trying my best to stay strong but I can only pretend for so long The pressure to be their perfect little girl is catching up to me and it makes me want to hurl They tell me not to be like the rest and are sure to yell at me when I don't ace one test All I want is for them to see what exactly is it that they're doing to me... **my best friend, keely, wrote this poem...shes hella good!**