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5d
I'm so dramatic
Is what they all say
As they walk around
Day to day

The crunch of my bones
Does it bring you joy?
Constant manipulation
Treating me like a toy

These problems, they seep
Through every one of my scars
Nothing can help
Not while I'm behind bars

The shadows from ages
Creeping into my face
And my mask falling down
From shattered grace

Oh, these grave mistakes
I know all too well
But you've never cared
Not which I can tell

This pain, it's so weighted
The bubbles stop, I'm going to drown  
But you call me so spoiled
If you catch a frown

Every thought building up
Emotions that try to hide
Is this what it feels like
To be dying inside?

I'm so dramatic
Is what they all say
But they should try
Being me for a day
Of course I'd never open up enough for others to actually obtain this option of me, but I always wonder what they would think if I did
Written by
Irelyn Thorne  15/F/Minnesota
(15/F/Minnesota)   
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   Kalliope
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