nevaeh malone

Please don’t tell me to write happy poems

These are my poems

Same as these are my feelings

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I’ve been changing myself to fit people’s standards,

since third grade,

I don’t know her she was weird and goofy,

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You had me on the bathroom floor,

No let me explain,

Not just crying,

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But I’m not this piece of glass you can glue over and over again

Well, I guess I am in a way

Cause you can fix me

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