Rumors Of A child Like me Only I They don't seee
Should I care
When they whisper my name
In the halls
Peoples rumor calls to the unknowing.
I'm growing into my own skin
But it doesn't matter.
They will see the scars and Know.
Soon the rumors will begin.
I only regret one name.
On my right wrist his name is slightly blue.
Did he not see that I am used?
Can he not see through me?
It doesn't matter anymore.
I willl never just stand as I am beat down.
I would show them who I am.
What I can do but I will only make them fear.
Do the think I don't hear?
My name and rumors of drugs and cutting.
I am who I am
But even me can only stand so much
Before I flinch at his verry touch.
I feel so alnoe but they don't need to know.
I try so hard not to show
Who I am or what their words do to me.
But Can't you yourself see?
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