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[Glittercake]

Feelings hurt me
I don't want to know
Happiness has deserted me
Left me alone

Sitting alone in the back of class
Always being the one picked last
Unsure of what I did in the first place
With shaking hands, I cover my face

Hearts beat for a reason
Mine's like a drum
Waiting for the fear
Because fear is all that comes

Pinpricks to the heart
An ending with no start
Slowly closing my eyes
I just allow it... inside.

[rowens]

It's all right to write things as simple and personal as you want if it helps you.

If you put more into the art of the things, they get more attention.

You could start a revolt against that cruel reality. But even then you'd have to put more into the poems.