Hating this pain. But I can't get away from it. Whats wrong with me? I want to be happy but my mind says no. I want to become a batter person but somethings holding me back. Something I hate. Is it the attention? The drama? What ever it is, it isn't me...my friends see a different person like iv'e totally dissapeared. I pray to God, and I have faith in him. But I don't know what else to do. I sit here and hold the pain inside. A tear rolls down my skin. I shiver at the painful, hateful tear. Why am I like this way? Why do I put myself through this crap day after day? And why can't I break free? ...........I'll go to school tomarrow doing the same routine...but why? Is this poem a piece of my hateful sorrow too? When will I be saved from myself? I'm so different now...but fighting....needing help...God PLEASE! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Jessica Elizondo

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