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by Tess
Rated: · Poetry · Gothic · #1634764
A hurt teenager whos suspected in everything and who won't even talk to anyone...
You don't listen to me,
You don't let me explain,
I try to explain
but I'm always misunderstood.
What's the point in talkin
if I am always misunderstood
by everyone?
So I'd stop talking
I won't even shed a light into you problems.
Don't count on me for help
as I don't count on you.
You hurt me
and you know it.
You own me
apology but apologizing to me
would hurt your reputation among all your other friends.
You know you are wrong
but you won't admit it
cuz you'd love to see my cry
and hurt, deserted by everyone
in some dark corner
somewhere....
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