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Be Me?

there they are
watching your every move
stalking so they can prove
you aren't perfect and they can see
ripping you apart seam after seam

there they are
following you and trying to taunt you
laughing because the "cool kids" haunt you
as you lay there slit after slit
trying to ease the pain while the day remains

there they are
staring at the slits on your wrist
shouting words I can not list
heartbroken, beaten, and scared
there I STAND
waiting for a savor
someone to hear my prayer

yet there they will stand
laughing at me
beating me
when this whole time
they just wanted to BE ME


Poem by XrockXdaXhouseX