early poems
i found my old writing book that i used to carry everywhere with me
its full of stories and poems and stuff so im gonna start putting some of the better ones on here
crying silently
i lie here
wondering who i am
when they come
i close my eyes, faking sleep
wondering if they care
wondering what they think
of who i am, what i look like
how i act
do they like me
or is it pretend
acting is my way of life
to change, or to stay
acting who i am, who im not
silently i cry
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