The doctor said he noticed the scratches on my thighs
And asked if I cut
I said no
And he asked me to explain how I got them then
So I said I was clumsy and had a cat
And looked him in the eyes so mine didn't dart
Left
He laughed and didn't ask anymore questions
About my thighs
So I guess it was a good lie
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PoetryIt's hard for me to speak to here I'll shout In poems About being 14 sucks Especially in a pandemic With trauma And a genetic predisposition to mental illness And a strong urge to kick your ass And I'm not the only one so sharing my story will h...