just a quirky childA Poem by V M Smithshe could have screamed as i flew through the air yelling harsh words again as i crashed through the railing
i wish they had asked any one time that i was sent out of class "why do you act up so much?"
but no one notices it's just a quirky child comes early, stays late great family, they say
no bruises ever show up scars hidden by the clothes with self inflicted wounds that just won't heal
wish i had been beaten thrown against the wall because indifference hurts so much more than that
© 2013 V M SmithAuthor's Note
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