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Life


“Life is a beautiful thing and it can’t be taken lightly” I said it in English class today as I started to cry The life is slowly being drained out of me Like the water in a bathtub after taking a long shower Everyday I move through the motions As if I am playing my easy scales The ones that are practiced daily People come up to me asking if I am ok Meaning my ankle because that is all they care about Not a single thought of me As if the only thing they can see is my foot in a walking boot Like I have to feelings anywhere else They say they admire me for my constant smile When what they don’t understand is The smile becomes faker everyday It is harder and harder to be honestly happy With the pain that this world serves me on platter Like it is something amazing Every word they say brings me down even more Have you ever heard that every lie has a little piece of truth? I live by that saying Which is why when I get called A loser, whore, jerk, and bitch as a “joke” Or they same I stupid or not good, JUST so I will work harder, I know deep inside they believe those lies So even though they say “Just Kidding” or “I didn’t mean it” I have this feeling that it is the truth It kills me starting on the inside Moving its way outward Until I can’t take it anymore It is breaking me down slowly but surely I tell people and they try to help They tell me I am beautiful Temporary belief of the truth they tell When I hear more lies that stay in my head Like an engraving on a ring It is there until the say I die Which is sooner that you might think My life is sacred but it is hard to believe That one may love something as ugly as me Some friends will miss me but most may not The clock is ticking like I’m microwaving popcorn Random bursts of goodness but never enough Cornels are always left un-popped Maybe those un-popped cornels are what I need To save my life
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