'free verse' 'mental illness' 'adolescence' body image' teenagers'
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P’r’onde vai, criança?
Volta aqui.
Não se envolva pelas ruas
Antes de se perder.
Por que correr tão alto, garoto?
Sabe que nunca irá chegar.
Não corra tanto em torno de si.
you say get over it but how
you say get out of your room how
you say think happy thoughts how
we need help
no one helps us
why
we are the broken ones
the ones no one wants
First, it was my size much bigger than the rest but not defining my personality. Infatuated kid V only could tell me privately he felt the same way. Outcasted for my glasses meant to see the world picture perfect. Glass cutting at my risk each ti
I wish I would have jumped into those pools,
that the fear of how big the splash mught be, didn't paralyze me.
I wish that I didn't spend every pool party cowering in my Dad's oversized tee,
She looks into the mirror
Wondering why everything’s got so much clearer
Her mother comes walking in
puts her hand on her daughters shoulder
Asking her if she now understands what the fighting was for
pieces of a mason jar
glass vases
broken
violently torn,
pink roses
heavy imprints
of foot prints
on the ceiling
walls,
echos;
in long
chilling
