This is what I wrote the day me and my friend rachels mom got in a fight. she called me a punk and all that crap. i’m a person too despite my problems and I hate stereotypes with a passion.
Don’t recognize the face in the mirror.
Can’t tell who I am anymore.
Don’t know who to believe.
Not sure what to fear.
Afraid I might be led astray,
But how would I know?
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