The Plea of a Teen


If the world is listening, Let them hear this; My life is not perfect, My life is not bliss. I'm happy almost never. The sadness always stays. I'm always the one who's wrong. I'm always the one who's to blame. I'm another face in the crowd, I'm trying to find my place. Your acceptance I want, Though I receive your disgrace. Maybe I should just leave, and forever be gone. Maybe then, maybe then, I will find where I belong.


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