dakota lee

three years ago i started a game,
a death game
a mind game
its trickery
...

even though you stand there
at the edge of that cliff
and you are upset and wanna jump
i am still here calling out to you
...

I am a colorful copy
you can make me anything
you can make me do anything
you can controll my life, my world
...

i stand there drenched
staring at me,
my reflection
i see my hair, my eyes, my nose, my lips
...

i look at you in the halls
i look at you in class
i look at you at lunch
i look at you when your at your locker
...

am i dumb?
am i stupid?
am i to skinny?
am i sad?
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dont i do enough for you?
every time i say something you disaprove
everytime i do something that
makes me happy you disaprove
...

in the past
my life was hard
with brusies and pain
that layed like a blanket
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