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This is my first actual poem, not a song

These things that have been happening,

They’re crafting a dangerous person.

Not dangerous to anyone else,

Just to herself.

 

She keeps saying she wouldn’t

But the pressures of life won’t go away

After a while, she welcomes the pain

Like a long-forgotten gain

 

But what she can’t see, is the people on the sidelines

What she can’t hear, is their desperate cries

Them telling her to keep going, never quit

But then she thinks to herself, this is it

And she says:

 

All of these days have been torture,

The nightmares every time I close my eyes

And I’m just not sure

Why I am still alive

 

Now I just want to make it all end

Just leave all this pain behind

I don’t have very many friends,

At least none that would mind

 

Why does it seem that everything goes wrong

At exactly the right time

They say this is my fight song

But to me, it’s just a rhyme

 

They tell me never to stop, hold my head high

But they never hear me when I cry

Out for help in the middle of the night

Hoping that someone might

 

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