American SmutA Poem by Rebecca_RoseYou read the title, right?
Crying, thoughts screaming.
Self hatred, she was wrong. A nightmare was dreaming. If it wasn't for these songs, Misinterpreting pain to be love. Running around is natural. Loving every push and shove. Believing every lie was factual. Media subliminally portraying sex to be life. Smudged makeup and long endless nights. A constant and very common strife. Pertaining to this path being wrong or right. © 2017 Rebecca_RoseFeatured Review
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