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I went through my "rebellion" years at a young age when I was in the fifth grade. My friends and I thought that we knew everything, and that we could do whatever we wanted, and that our parents were the worst people around. My friends parents let them do pretty much whatever they wanted, and mine didn't. I couldn't wear make-up, I couldn't wear the clothes that I wanted to wear, and I couldn't listen to the music that I wanted to because all were a little too old for my age, and I didn't see that. So I started sneaking around, lying and not paying attention at school, so not only did my home life suffer, but so did school and because of that I got held back. I hated my parents for doing this to me, my friends were going to move on without me and I just thought that they were trying to control everything that I did and they didn't care about me.

Can you tell that its hard to breath,
When you walk by,
Or look at me?

Can’t you tell that I fake a smile,
When you don’t talk to me
For a while?
Or…
When you talk about being single,
Or about the perfect one?

I bet she’s beautiful,
The one you dream about.
I bet she’s filled with confidence,
Where as I am filled with doubt.

She must be talented,

I see you.
Laugh with you.
Smile and talk with you.
It makes me angry
Seeing you
Clinging to him
A smile
As if nothing
Nothing
Is wrong at all.
Deep down
I hate you
Hate you for taking him away
A friend I wish I still had
But know that I can never get back.
When I try to talk
There you are
A smile
One that looks genuine to him
But so very
Very
Fake to me.