No one ever listens,
Yet I always try,
Sometimes I just want to run away,
Curl up and begun to cry,
No one ever cared,
Yet I do my best,
I'm sorry I'm only one person,
You you have so many requests,
No one ever is nice,
Despite my good intentions,
Yet I'm only like lost mice,
But it's like I'm always in an intervention,
I feel like I'm lost in a world,
Maybe I'm a mistake,
I can't deal with everyone anymore,
No matter how many good decisions I make,
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My name is Caroline Ingrid Perry. I am 13 years old and live in Vermont! I absolutely love soccer, basketball, writing, June, poetry, food, color, traveling, my family, my friends, the city, the beach, culture, Vermont, The Wanted, music, London, the UK, One Direction and so many other things. I love writing, and I hope everyone likes my poetry and stories! My best friend is Kylie Helfant! She's absolutely hilarious and I love her to death!
I'm falling short of. Your hopeless expectation,. You wanted plastic-perfection. But I'm just a reckless misdirection,. So let the alarm bells ring,. I'm the odds and ends of something,.
I hate how you imply that I should be more like you I hate how I'll never be that I hate how you don't talk to me, but say I'm the one that doesn't talk I hate how I know I won't ever start the...
I want to talk, but who to talk to. In here there is no one what should I do. The mistake it is in my mind. I want to forget it I want it to hide.
Heart and mind are never in sync. Try as I might but there seems to be no link. Mind says go and heart says stop. And I am just stuck and can't reach the top. Heart and mind both cause me pain.
What do you do when your best isn't enough. When you try so hard and it's just too tough. Do you just stop living. Do you lay down and die. Do you make an extra effort, Or do you just start to cry.
No tears, just thoughts Of what if. And if not. Who I am hates who I've been But I'm still wrapped up in sin I'm jealous. I'm okay. I'm angry. Can this all go away.
Like you care, what I do. It's me that's damaged, not you. It's not your fault, not his not hers. But is it mine, and all my trapped up fears. Things resurface, with no real cause.
#acrostic. Come to me, old enemy mine, I shall welcome you a while. Overdue, a chat with you; my behaviour you defile. Make me pay in every way for our antics through the night.
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