I sit with my friends,
As still as could be,
Hoping no one asks
Why I’m so quite,
Because I seem to be
The life of our group.
But after a night of hell,
I’m forced to school,
With my arms cut so bad,
Wishing I could just be
Understood by my friends,
As they find out and again
Become disgusted by me
The day goes on and once
Again I’m the life of the group,
They think I must feel better,
But my feelings are only
Covered by laughter.
~Shorty~
 
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