WhispersA Poem by red punkMonologue
I here you whispering down the hall you think I can't here your voices. But, Trust me; i her those words coming out of your mouths. I hear you saying those words; "She's fat, ugly, what is she wearing, does she know she's stupid, freak, loser" But, I don't care. I know I am different. But, I am also not fake. I am punk. I am me.
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