Category : Poems

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Anxiety bites  bad your always in bed just lying there wishing that you were dead and ya I know this world is discrase you can tell that it's really not my place what I'm trying to show is  Society can be cruel and I'm writing and probably every one thinks I'm a fool I've been the ugly one, the unsmart one brought  down to opened  heart crying your self to sleep and cutting a lot more deep you were born perfectly that's what my mama said but she doesn't realize that person is already dead the shy little girl will never show up she already is up high in the sky.