May 15, 2012
By chicharita BRONZE, Kent, Washington
chicharita BRONZE, Kent, Washington
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“Shut up!”
“Get out of here”
Is all I ever hear

“You’re stupid”
“Your fat”
Trampled on like mat

But what have I done
To deserve this misery
Surrounded by eyes
But I constantly feel so lonely

I have imaginary friends
And their love has no end
But I come back into the real world
And I know someday we’ll grow old

I’ll have to commit a horrid crime
That may make souls cry
And finally be wanted
By someone in my life

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