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Just another teen spill out.
I'm holeding back, to the point of breaking down.
I hear the screams when no ones around.
Many words come to mind when thinking of
All types of people.
But I cant help but to wonder in which category
Does my person fall under?
I only fit in a puzzle from misfit toys, I was born
Split in half for everyone to view me by my inners.
How can someone love who I truly am, when I cant even tell
Myself that I love me? As the ole saying goes I wear my heart on my sleeve
But you don’t even have to look that far, for everything lyes in my eyes.
They share everything to the world although I have a smile on my face.
Just look past my sleeve, and past my appearance.
Look strait to my eyes and you will know my pain
My past my hurt as well as my acheing heart.