#overtures of a 12 year old during her over-sensitive insecure times
Tears running down my cheeks
Those no one seeks...
Crying out in pain,
My tears may cause a rain,
I want my feeling expressed,
I don't want them supressed
Hating me-all?
Or only the tall?
Has no one got worry
At blasting at me with furry?
Forgetting me in the hurry?
Better you burry
I hate you-the one in my right,
I hate even your sight,
Why though you made me cry,
With you, my eyes never dry
I'll make you fry
And you'll never come for a try
No one ought to be with me
Never good,they'll be
I yearn for you
You would come too
Not for long,I know
That leaves me a great vow.
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