The Battle

Everything started because of a boy.

A boy that made her feel special.

The first boy she thougt she ever truely liked, 

And the first one she thought actually cared about her.

 

She was rejected, but so was he.

Both of their feelings shot down.

He got luck and was okay,

But she was terribly wounded.

 

Now she's trapped in this negative mindset and can't get out.

All because of him.

She was fine before this,

But now she's left with this awful battle scar, while he gets out unharmed. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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