Growing in Pain
As a young child,
I'm happy and carefree.
I'm becoming the person
I'm supposed to be.
As a child in school,
I see that I was wrong,
and that I don't fit in.
Please make it better.
As a young teenager,
I feel as if I'm no longer me.
My "friends" no longer care
about me or my feelings.
As a young adult,
I see I'm alone as ever.
Where do I turn
for the help you promised?
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