FreakMature

Little bit about me.

They call her Freak,

Like it’s her name.

They don’t know who she is,

Though.

They don’t know,

That her mom yells at her,

Every single day.

Or that her sister is a

Prostitute,

Throwing her life away.

They don’t know that her

Father died an addict.

They don’t know that her

Cutting is her habit.

They don’t know the true her,

What’s covered up by her sleeves.

They don’t know who she is,

But yet, they just judge me.

The End

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