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People always ask me why I act so insensitive And on the real, it's because I'm so sensitive My insensitivity is a way to show my anger of what I really feel I know that's the way a lot of people be expressing their pain It's either we release it this way or we keep it all inside until we turn insane I know this way ain't the best way But it's the best way that I know of A lot of my anger stems from my childhood So don't judge, but question 'what went through her life for her to do no good?' I go to a school where practically everyone stays high But I know it's not anger, it's pain that underlies And I don't know why I seem to care so much about people When people don't give a fuck about other people And why do I feel pain that is not even mine? When I already have enough pain that is mine Cuz I sure as heck see and realize a lot more things than the average person And honestly I think it's a blessing in disguise I think God gave me these eyes and this mind so that I can open the eyes of those who are blind I feel as if it's my prophecy I don't care if I become a target in society I promise to you that I will sacrifice my life And I'll never stop fighting until the end of time
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SMpoet
Awww. Thank You :). Congrats on your 6 months :)
thatjasminekidd
i can really relate to what you are saying. even tho im atheist, so i dont feel that its god thats making me care for others who dont give a shit about me, i still feel like i cant help it. im drawn to others in their time of need, even if i have something huge going on in my life, even if the pain is too much. everyone around me is high all the time, or drunk, or both. im 6 months clean so im not like them anymore, and your poem brought tears to my eyes. great job, and im sorry

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