Worthless
(poems go here) Sitting in class with a cluster of students around me. I feel as I'm in my own little home called...my mind. This is where I'm safe, where I find my answer's to the reason why you hate me so much. And even though today you will beat on my self-esteem once again, my mind is where I will hide, where you can not reach me.
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