I wish that I was able to find out if magic is even real. People always tell me that it is no big deal, and that you should let it go. There are many different types of people in the world today, but there are few who actually matter to me. Everyday I think of who actually are there for he people in need. People wish upon shooting stars. I can tell the difference between you and the others. I see you wishing upon a star for something you wanted for years and never being able to tell anyone about it. You put up with so much pain of all the drama. You wish every year for this one thing. People will try to break you in every way possible. They do that because they don't want you to have happiness because they are the people who don't understand the real happiness of everything. You lay awake every night at 11:11 wishing for your happiness to come soon. Your friends always say that they are sorry for something that you were put in that situation. You say you don't need to be sorry you have been holding in all the pain and your emotions bottled up inside without anyone trying to help you. When you lay awake at night so many thoughts go through your mind. You can't process anything and you fall into a restless sleep. You wake up the next day with everything you need is there after all of your hard work and wishing upon a star.

This poem is about: 
My family


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