I'm holding a razor
Staring at this paper
Trying to find a way to tell the story
Of the life that has been laid out before me
You see - I didn't always hate what I saw in the mirror
There was a time when I could see my reflection clearer
But now my image is distorted by tears
Caused by all the shit that's happened over the years
I never was a little girl, truly
'Cause all anyone did was use me -
For pain, for pleasure, for anything in between -
They never really cared what happened to me
I was nothing to them - not a person just an object
But somehow I was supposed be flawless
Just seen, not heard, and pretty to look at
Because apparently a lady is nothing but that
She's not smart or witty or quick to speak
She's only quiet and mild and ever so meek
Now there's nothing wrong with being quiet
But not every lady is always like that
You see - I'm not quiet or shy
And growing up I acted like a guy
And I never really acted like a lady
So some people always seemed to hate me
But now, I'm smart, tall, and opinionated
And because of that I make people frustrated
But I no longer care about the opinions they hold
I will live my life strong, brave, and bold.
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Private Thoughts of a Depressed Teen
PoetryThis is just a collection of poems I've written throughout the years. Yes, I know most of them suck. Yes, I know almost all of them are personal. I'm just putting these up because I feel like maybe some people could relate them and feel a little les...
