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January 15th, 2003



When I was little

I was small and brittle

Now that I am older

There is a world upon my shoulder



I sit like a lady

Sometimes think like a lady

I go to school

And try to follow the rules



I have a boyfriend

And a best friend

Both boys

That have cars with noise



I’m not a baby

There is no maybe

I am a teenager

And my problems to be are major



I have so many fears

Almost all bring me to tears

My life is very wrong

And I never feel strong



Is that bad

I’m always depressed or sad

I’m tired and ready for bed

It was time for bed, as soon as my eyes turned red