Hiding in Plain Sight
You don't know me.
Not like you should.
Not like a mother should.
But how could you when I've shut you out?
Having been broken too many times.
How could you know my heart
When I've hidden it so well?
How could you know that the things you say break me down;
That you've put him before us and that stings the worst.
How could you know,
When I haven't said a word?
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I grew up in a small town in Arizona with both a brother and a sister and a single mom. We moved often from house to house accept for the last 7 years. For most of my life, I have been part of a lower class liberal family with no true religious affiliations. I am currently 17 years old and a senior in high school.
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