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Beating me Up

Beating me Up

This may not be a poem of rhythmic, but it's a truth for all
As I pour out my heart on this little thing, that will probably never be known
I can't take being alone on the inside anymore, I tried my best
No, I'm notĀ suicidal but sometimes it feels like an emotional overload
It sounds crazy that a hyperactive teenager feels like this
but I do
Everything I do, I feel is wrong
Feels like I'm just going down hill
I can't handle anything anymore
I'm a person that's tough on the outside, but really I cry for everything that happens
In school if you cry you get made fun of
At home you cry, You get told to stop
In public, someone will think I was abused
and I'm tired of feeling this way
I know family and friends love me
But it's just hard to tell people close to me
I wish somebody would understand
Hear me PLEASE!

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John Coggins

This is REALLY good!! For me, you have encapsulated the frustrations and doubts of a growing teen , PERFECTLY!!! Pinned unreservedly, and followed anticipatently!☺

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brazelena martin

i hear you you are not alone but i have found that it is a lot easier to tell the people you love and care about how you feel even if you are afraid you like i have may find it actually helps its a lot better than keeping things in trust meĀ 

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