bmx grl13

Rookie (10-13-1993)

My Confession - Poem by bmx grl13

how can you sit there and look into my eyes
you cant see into my eyes, there are to many lies

my knees feel weak when i see you
but what can i do
who you think i am is not true

this is my confession
about my depression

you say
emo is gay
and cutters better get outta your way
but what about me?
im that way

yes, its true
the lines on my arm that are blue
i've cut into
i diddnt know any other way to tell you

when i dont ride the bus
dont fuss

its because i'm seeing a shrink
so what do you think
am i a freak?

after you read this i hope you still care
if you want to talk i'll always be there

Comments about My Confession by bmx grl13

  • (10/5/2007 6:30:00 PM)

    This takes guts. This is honesty in the truest since.
    I commend you for your bravery, Bravo
    'Keep on inking the Pages'

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  • (10/5/2007 5:38:00 PM)

    Great write, very honest, I've been in the same position. -Kylie M. Lynch (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 5, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 13, 2011

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