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Poetry They tell me to take my pills because they'll make everything okay.
They tell me to talk to them because they can make everything okay.
I'm just a girl to you, going through another phase,
Dressed in black and smoking a cigarette,
Frustrated teenager, your issues aren't real.
There is no explanation. I can't find a reason for this.
Maybe my life is just a representation of the bullshit that's stuck in my head.
Maybe I'm just another jaded kid with exaggerated hang-ups.
I'm a pretty little girl with a butcher knife behind her back,
And a raincloud hanging over her head.
So young and so fucking morbid, they all wonder what's wrong with me.
"We're all special, sweetheart." --- A beautiful lie sprung from your lipsticked lips to cover your fear.
I care only about me, myself and I.
I'm sorry I don't care you. It's just the way I am.
Sixteen with no purpose or direction, I enjoy fucking up all that's right.
All you little kids on Prozac and Ritalin don't know what's real,
You've never been hurt and you don't know what it's like to have Mommy try to kill you.
I don't know what wrong with me. I don't know why I am the way I am.
I admit to my flaws and you still think I'm lying.
You all think I'm so jaded, like I just want attention,
But in the end, you're jaded, just like me.
