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May 21, 2015
By EONeill SILVER, Yarmouth, Maine
EONeill SILVER, Yarmouth, Maine
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Favorite Quote:
"Plant your own garden, and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers."


They hate me.
I just know it.
They don’t understand, they never do
I can feel their eyes on me
Fire
Burning into my flesh

I don’t belong
I don’t belong
I don’t belong

A distorted piece to a puzzle
I wait on the outskirts

This is supposed to be love
This supposed to be comfort
This is supposed to be
Home

Yet everyday feels like a chain on my neck
Closing my throat
Tighter and tighter
Pulling me back and washing me raw

Raw
Like her face when she tries to comfort me
She never does, she never tries

I close my eyes and scream
Until it’s all black again

Just me
A distorted piece to a puzzle
Far away from home



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