...

"curious poems

with 3 dots...what about it?"

Repressed, how the teen feels

is there any other way

A teen should even think it's real

you are all repressed everyday

 

Wear another face

hide what you can't erase

feel open and weak

despite that's not how we feel

 

Teens and I feel different

I feel jealous in this friendly gesture

yet I hide what I never meant

I numb the hated pleasure

 

But it grows in me

grows in us all

despite I am never lonely

yet evently I will fall

 

in anger or in tears

or both but no one will care

because the blood never sears

the flesh when it is snared

 

call me a lost hope call me a loser

call me cold hearted just never make me lose her

make me as I was again

The kind that never used sorrow as a mend

 

call me selfish hit me if you must

do whatever you wish to lose my trust...

just don't ever go off telling me

"I'm nothing for her"

 

because nothing is how I felt before

Author's Note

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