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this is something i wrote last year at the end of junior high,i swtiched schools after i was being harrassed.and this is what i felt like in my new school."The Act"I play a game.every morning that game starts.and as soon as I hit the road I read my lines in my head.ill be happy. ill shine. they wont know how much I hurt inside.where I came from;;I hit every rock and fellEvery time I bruised my heart.I didn't fit in certain places. I could say no to what was "cool"but I couldn't stand up for myself.I felt like a foolI thought it would be better if I came to this place.where everyone had class. s*x wasn't a race.but to soon figure out.too soon figure out. what life was about.so I pull open that door.wipe my tears.put on my mask.and play an act.I'm pretty goodand I try to stand up straightthinking about the good things.but as I get home.I remember the act I played.how you don't know who I am.I'm afraid I’ll get knocked downI'm usually quiet.just like my momif you've known me before I decided.I had no mask.I was the real girl.I played no act.but when morning comes.the routine starts over.I sit up in bed.and go under the covers.I don't come out until you are far awayI cant be me.I have to act this stupid play.this mask is uglyits not who I am.will you still love me..will you laugh.will you tell?if I can be myself.....<3 less
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