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Playing the Victim
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Poems from my Teenage Years Just cut to the chase.
A simple teenage lust will never do.
I cage myself away from him,
and survive off my desire for you.
Being friends is never that simple.
A self-made barrier gone to far.
Once for protection,
Now, left only to scar.
Fell victim to my heart,
Remember?
The one you tore apart.
I'm left putting back the pieces to the image I created of you.
Maybe I'll fill my heart with saline?
For all those tears of loneliness I've cried
Finally convince my heart,
It will never be satisfied.
Testing my innocence
Playing the victim
You said you never wanted this,
I feel a sense of freedom.
