Your's Poem by Kelsea Osterman

Your's



I thought i was your babe, your babydoll. I
thought that i was your love, you girl.
But guess what i have a real name, and you
cover it up with your fake names. you
covered up the truth with sweet little words.
You say i am a child, but guess what your the real child.
You told me you loved me. You sugar coated it,
to make me believe it. You kissed me and changed
me. For the good. Hell no! I hated who i was before,
then you changed me. I thought it was good with who
i am. So keep you names and your pity.

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