See MeA Poem by ChelseaJust how I feel about my parents.
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Me I wish that you weren’t blinded By this act I put on I wish that you could see The person I really am These messages that I’m trying to send to
you You can’t see Do I have to flash them around Or will you just pick up on it I am not a b***h teenager, as you call me I’m depressed and drowning in the dumps I’m not angry at you Believe me, it’s self inflicted. Take a
look at my arms I’m oblivious to the world I’m so hurt I just stop caring I’m a failure I’m trying to rise above I’m fighting the ways Because the ways are so wrong I hate everything I really only hate myself I wish that you could really see me For who I am Not this image of horror That you turn me into © 2011 ChelseaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorChelseaCanadaAboutPoetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. - Carl Sandburg Hello! Thank you for checkin’ out my page on the café! My name is Chelsea or Chels. I’m fifteen years old, your .. more..Writing
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