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August 11, 2017
I love to be with people,
but
I'm a constant mess inside.
They
can't tell that I'm scared, and I
can't
tell them. How could I? They all
see
the put-together girl that
the
rest of the world knows. If my
real
pain ever shows, they won't love
me.
Why would they? I'd like them to,
© Kristen D., Kenton, DE
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The last line of this poem is made up of the bold words (Top-to-Bottom.) I was inspired to write like this after reading a few books by Ellen Hopkins.