Young Tears Poem by desirae brown

I am a young girl with many tears
If you collected them from the years
They would fill a river
For they are the tears of a young killer
so many slain
why so I could live and be vain
so many pushed and teased me
but do they know me
they can't and won't try
so all I can do is cry
we live in a stupid perfect world
where we all grow old
all but a cursed few
they are so blue
i think they've given me the flu
so watch me turn blue too
so watch me die
don't try
saving me does me no good
it proves no right
on this dark stormy night