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My Problem
I have a problem
I want someone to know
But I have no one to tell,
No one to show
These scars i hide,
Fear judgmental eyes
And keep my secret captive deep inside
My friends, my family
Know nothing of this,
They never see the blade in my clenched fist.
No telling their reaction,
Disgust on their face
To my secret actions,
Then I'd plea my case
"This is my release,
Can't you see?
What my tormenting emotions
Have done to me?
Please don't judge me,
Don't treat me different
That kind of rejection could make all the difference
For now I have a problem,
I wish someone could know
But I have no one to tell,
And scars I'll never show.

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Awww :( This is a really good
1 year () (Permalink)Awww :( This is a really good poem. I can feel the emotions in it. I know how this is :/ My parents used to know and my mom screamed at me.. told me I was crazy n shit.. No need to say what my dad did >.< But now I'm apparently just an attention whore who made it look like I was cutting. >.>
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