I'm not really a poet, just a teenage girl, expressing emotions. They proably don't make sense to you, and to be frank i don't care. This is like the only way i can express myself without being sent to see a counsellor.
Haha, pathetic right.
Well anways, let me know what you think, k bye. more »
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Comments about Demee Wilkinson
That girls, she sits there;
Laughing with her friends;
They don't see the real her,
Her insides being wrenched apart;
Wrenched by the secrets she keeps buried;
All her lies, feeding the hurts, the pain;
No-one sees the real her,
She gets home;
Her parents, they suspect nothing;
They only see her as she portrays;
They don't know the real her,
She hides in her room;
Finds her secret treasure chest;
She pulls out her hidden friend;
The sharp razor blade,
This is her addiction;
Her deepest, ...