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i made a poem
about the old me
when i cared what people thought about me
know things are different so i hope you like
13 years of age
She was in a cage
The walls were closing in
She didn’t know where to begin
Everyone thought she was a fake
But there was little more she could take
People thought she had it all
She was blond, rich, and tall
More days would go by
That she would cry and cry
People said she was just out for attention
She would have to hear all the little chuckles in detention
The more laughs she would hear
The more goals she would persevere
She realized they were just being immature
She realized their hearts were not pure
She would try to fit with the rest of the crowd
But she got stuck behind in a cloud
She kept on trying
But she got left behind crying
Her parents told her just to ignore it
Finally she just said fuck it
She finally figured out who she really was
Her mind is cleared of all fuzz
about the old me
when i cared what people thought about me
know things are different so i hope you like
13 years of age
She was in a cage
The walls were closing in
She didn’t know where to begin
Everyone thought she was a fake
But there was little more she could take
People thought she had it all
She was blond, rich, and tall
More days would go by
That she would cry and cry
People said she was just out for attention
She would have to hear all the little chuckles in detention
The more laughs she would hear
The more goals she would persevere
She realized they were just being immature
She realized their hearts were not pure
She would try to fit with the rest of the crowd
But she got stuck behind in a cloud
She kept on trying
But she got left behind crying
Her parents told her just to ignore it
Finally she just said fuck it
She finally figured out who she really was
Her mind is cleared of all fuzz