IT'S JUST LIKE THE PLAYGROUND. YOU GET PUSHED AWAY, NO ONE WANTS TO PLAY, NO ONE WANTS YOU AROUND. THEY LAUGH, THEY POINT,THEY MAKE FUN YOU CRY AND RUN. RUNAWAY. THINGS CHANGE, IT BECOMES DIFFERENT ONE DAY. YOU'RE THE ONE WHO HAS THE SAY. YOU MAKE YOUR OWN HOURS, DO THINGS YOUR OWN WAY. PEOPLE ATTEND YOUR PARTIES, SMILE AND MAKE NICE, BUT NOT BECAUSE THEY TRULY LIKE YOU, BUT FOR THE THINGS THEY WANT FROM YOU THEY'RE WILLING TO PAY THE PRICE. STILL MEAN DO YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN?
Reason for writing:
BECAUSE I STILL GET THAT PLAYGROUND FEELING FROM FELLOW POETS. TRUE THEY ARE NOT OBLIGATED TO READ WHAT I WRITE, ALTHOUGH THE COURTESY AND CRITIQUES WOULD BE NICE, GOOD OR BAD. BEING IGNORED STILL MAKES ME SAD AND SELF CENTERED, SELFISH PEOPLE SUCK! LOVE ME OR HATE ME, I UNLIKE OTHERS DO GIVE A FUCK! YOUR'S TRULY LEXI HILIFE
Birth sign: Leo
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