she was the girl who hung out
with her friends.
she was the girl who
wore bright colours.
she was the girl who
loved who she was.
she is the girl who starves by herself.
she is the girl in the back of the class.
she is the girl who tries
so hard to make others happy,
because she knows what it's like
to not be.
she is me.
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PoetryJust poems. Some poems that I have written and others from the internet. If you would like to send me poems, I will dedicate that page to you. Or if you want to stay anonymous that's fine, too. Poems that I have wrote will have a '*' at the end. Pl...
