Poems from Dylanmorgan101

Not everyone commuting suicide wants to die. But to end the pain they hide from society's eyes. They're tired, and don't want to let you...
To the kids working fast food. You have grease on your shoes, Making all of the food, and deal with managers in a bad mood. Take a deep...
Blinded children by their parents imperfections. Filled with hate and rage, not wanting to be in this place. Wanting to love and show they'...
Mirror, mirror on the wall Why does society tell me I'm to ugly, I'm not pretty, need to be skinny, and way to tall. Mirror, mirror on the...
I can feel you forgetting me. The you use to be. Am in not still a part of you. You know what being straight does to you, but you walked in...

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