Ok... for real. my poetry.
An I hate boys poem
Sometimes I drive me crazy
and I hate that Im alive, because I can't
escape my mind; my thoughts; my soul.
All at once they close in on me, and I'm suffocating...
I'm smothering myself; tearing myself down, but I find
I am helpless to stop it.
Sometimes I think I can hold myself down, stand up to
the beast
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