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Am I too much like you that



I make you sick



I’m unable to stomach you either



I know you didn’t choose me,



And I didn’t choose to be BORN!



I never asked for



A seventeen year-old mother



Or to ruin your life!



So why do you try to be immature



And destroy mine as well



Why do you take away



All of my expressions



My hard rock



My self-mutilation



You think I’m a psycho



And don’t understand me



Well I don’t see how you cant!



I’m only a younger,



More responsible you!



Or maybe you’re angry



Because your ex-husband’s, my father’s,



Family can’t stand you



But love me!



I’m only you



But they have to love me!



The blood on this page,



Running down my wrist,



Flows through them also!



The same blood you have



As do I!



You HAVE to love me!



Why don’t you see this?



But I don’t!



I didn’t make you!



I didn’t force you into



This forever HELL



You all refer to it as life



Why do I volunteer



To be unrecognized?



Why should I remain alive,



To make you look good?



I can’t make you happy



When you HATE me!



But you can’t hurt me,



Tear me down, I won’t let you



A few more slices



A few more purgings



Head slamming



Belt slashing



Bruised cheekbones



And welted legs,



I’ve created my own



And I’ll have fortified



My wall against you



So in a few years,



When I’m in college



And I make my friends pretend



You’re just a stranger



(Like you’ve always been)



‘Cause you don’t even know ME,



Living in your own house!



I HOPE you realize how wrong you were