Truth of A Broken Childhood

Opening with a false 

A lie for truths,

Isn’t that us all?

Im cold and sweaty but this time I’m ready

Lying here amongst my thoughts

No air in my lungs to cough,

Pouty with no direction

A scared teenager with no discretion

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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