[align=left]Help me.
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[align=left]As lonely as life sometimes can be,
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[align=left]So lonely do I now feel.
[/align]
[align=left]Though I’m not alone,
[/align]
[align=left]I find myself hide on my own.
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[align=left]I sit down and cry,
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[align=left]I cry along with my heart,
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[align=left]I cry with my mind.[/align]
[align=left]I’m afraid to look in the mirror,[/align]
[align=left]Afraid of what I will see,
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[align=left]Afraid of me.
[/align]
[align=left]Whenever I see a reflection of myself,
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[align=left]I turn around,
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[align=left]And scream within,
[/align]
[align=left]It scares me out.
[/align]
[align=left]Why did God make a thing like me,
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[align=left]A thing I can’t describe.
[/align]
[align=left]And why can’t we all be turned around,
[/align]
[align=left]So people saw my inner beauty,
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[align=left]Not the fearful out.
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[align=left]Maybe time will heal my wounds,
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[align=left]Wounds I’ve marked myself with,
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[align=left]Wounds others don’t see,
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[align=left]Wounds only I can feel.
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[align=left]Tears they feel like part of me,
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[align=left]Tattooed tears on my soul.[/align]
[align=left]Maybe one day I will be what I aim to be,
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[align=left]As beautiful as a black night,
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[align=left]With stars, burning hope with their light.[/align]
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[align=center]Made by me myself, its just how i feel sometimes, how we all do feel sometimes, dontu fink?[/align]

impressive.

OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That poem just brings back a lot of memorys.... thats exactly how i felt wen i was at school... cudnt even look in mirrors... hated life.... cryin all the time..... thats just sooo real for me.... also brought back a lot of sad memories



wow...... thats like jst really touched a nerve... startin 2 cry n evrything..... i really do hope one day i will be wot i aim 2 be

That's exactly how i feel sumetimes, the poem was well presented and touch me from within. yes i did cry