Emily Wang Poems

You're 5.
You hold your mom's hand as you walk across the street
and your mom says
don't look.
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This is my apology letter
I'm sorry
I should've known better.
But I was young.
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I spent half of my life wanting to be like them,
when really all alone I could'be been me.
I could've been free,
but the red line across beautiful couldn't cut it.
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I'll never be perfect,
it's just a thought.
I'll never be loved,
pain is never forgot.
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O ocean,
please don't wash my footprints away from the sand.
I want to make a mark in this world,
just give me one chance.
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It's time my depression teaches me a lesson,
life is too short to worry,
so I better hurry,
before the gate closes,
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Please, take me into your arms,
and cure my lovesick heart.
Just hold my hand,
one last time.
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Why do shackles exist in the land of the free?
Why does everyone dislike me?
Try to change me into something called 'normal'
ew, don't touch me, i might catch normal
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The girl looks in the broken mirror
shatterd glass laying across the floor
her dreams are fragments
each peice of glass
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Age 2- a happy time.
i remember nothing of age 2.
faint blurs perhaps.
i recall smiling.
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