Me
I play the flute
And get into fights
And defend my rights
I cheerlead and dance
My boyfriend's name is Lance
I go to therapy
School is too much for me
I fear heights
And a world without light
I have five friends
And life without them would be my end
So this is me
And you see
That I am quite crazy
Thursday 3rd March 2022 10:55 pm
Tears
I try to hold them in
Try not to let them leak
But my efforts were weak
And I feel my face turn red
And then they come
My enemy
They tell me I'm weak
But now I see
The tears are my fear
But what is to fear?
I am done with these tears
Wednesday 2nd March 2022 11:59 pm
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