Poetry Club 12th Grade
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Sometimes I would wish that I can
Just be “Her”. So I made her,
She’s me now.
It’s okay to be alone. What
people should worry about is “Why
does your own presence make you
uncomfortable?”
The less he knows about me
the better I feel. I don’t answer
his questions because the fear
of answering them wins me over.
Their hearts leaning over, no money. and
a dirty house made me question myself
how did I even get here? I left them and
never looked back.