'2018' 'mental health' 'Abuse'
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i sit and see it in your eyes,
a mirror of mine,
a want to find
Home
to be free,
a want to leave
home
and to be set free.
i sit and see on your face,
You're cold.
But I learned to always carry my jacket
You're judgemental.
Now I consider criticism more than just racket
You make me blue.
Perhaps that is why I am infatuated with the color
Forgiven and forgottenThe boy chasing what he could never catchShe came and went when she pleasedThe sun set over his prisonShe hel
No one ever payed any attention to the boy in the back of the class besides me.
No one noticed that he always wore long selves even in the summer.
