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Unwanted


She is unwanted; someone everyone looks over She wonders why you make her suffer She hears your cruel words playing in her head like a broken record Every day she prays to her Lord That one day your words won’t tear her apart One day she hopes you find it in your heart To see the girl she is on the inside Because ever since you’ve bullied her, it’s something she has to hide Don’t you see those scars on her skin? She used to be your best friend Promises broken, lies oversold This feeling inside of her is ever so cold Silver metal that shines so bright Scarlet blood that feels just right She dreams of one day calling it quits However, there’s one thing she can’t admit You treated her like she was worthless, nothing to the world And still her love for you never whirled You never really considered what your actions would do to her But if you could go back in time, would you put it in reverse? Those words cut her deep Those scars she’ll forever keep Just stop all the lying, it’s doing no good All I ever wanted was to be understood Now that I’ve grown, my heart is complete I still miss you my friend, but I’ve admitted defeat I don’t hate you my friend, never that I only wish you would take it all back But I’ve learned so much from this beautiful pain In my life, I’m pretty sane Being perfect doesn’t matter and neither do you I can only be me, that’s one thing that stays true.
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I've been writing poetry ever since I could pick up a pencil. I'm not very good at verbally speaking, so writing down how I feel feels pretty darn great. I may only be 17 years old and from a small town in California, but I've got big dreams and one of them is becoming a published poet.

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