This poem i wrote is about a girl who grew up as a matching set of sisters who all we're perfect and she was the youngest and had a heart that wanted to be free and runs away and as she's leaving she's thinking how much this will mess up the "family image" but she would risk that to be free and have her own identity. emo
Caring Lies, Empty Faces
These dark holes i fill with spaces.
Hatred and betrayal is what knows me best,
This hurts me more than all the rest,
Slamming Doors, Opened windows,
Sneaking out this hell called home.
Should you have known, would you stop me?
Probably not, Smiled quick and you forgot me.
Always remembered as a matching set.
Never know as one whole person, not just yet.
Once i'm gone there will only be three,
Then you realize that you DO need me.
To complete your collection.
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