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by NotCryingForHelp Jul 20, 2007 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Is there something wrong with me? so,i see life differently. I'm quieter than you, you think I'm pure, but I'm not, I'm smart,that is all. you blab your mouth, people stab you in the back. people you think are your friends, might think of you in the most horrible ways, and you will someday know, just because she blabbed. i may have no so-called 'friends', but when i talk i speak only the truth. is something wrong with me, just because i learned to protect myself from hurt? i think theres something wrong with you.