Category : Poems

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Supposed to feel happy;
But instead feel sappy.
She speaks so high,
As if they're in the sky.

No one knows
What really goes
In her head
What she really fed
All her friends
All those debts. . . 

She is left scarred and battered,
From all the scrapes and bruises.
She feels as if she is left tattered.
The girl always looses.
Because she never mattered.
She is the girl who chooses.