Bad Memories


All I remember from old days,

Is crying so hard, must’ve been a phase,

I couldn’t see, I saw from different eyes,

I was so little, why didn’t they just let me be?

Them being mean wasn’t a surprise.

I was so innocent and so naïve,

Little did they know that’d all leave,

I made them suffer, cry if you must,

I grew a shell, faked being tough,

My cry for attention still wasn’t enough,

Made fun of everyday,

Smiled so hard, so my family thought I was okay,

The other kids all hated me,

To protect myself this is what I had to be,


Now all I have left are bad memories


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