Poems from madalice17
So here we are again
You laugh and sneer at my difference
you call me names
I cry.
You enjoy my crying
but than i have a revelation
...
I sit here lost in the world
of a book
I put out that I do not wish to be bothered
But you and your friends
must not get the message
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I tire of adults saying
were too young to know what we want
were they not once young
like us?
How can they say we can't know what we...