Hannah Eichenauer (10/02/97 / Valencia, PA)
Anslee and Me
Me and my best friend.
It’s ourselves that we’re trying to fend.
But no matter how hard we try.
We always end up together to cry.
It’s like nobody has a care for us.
Even if we kick and scream and cuss.
They give us all the stress.
It all turns out a giant mess.
Everything that’s wrong with them,
It’s our fault, it’s our condemn.
It’s death that we wait for.
Called ugly, fat, bitch, and whore.
It’s a world filled with hate.
We’re just waiting for our un-grueling fate.
But it just doesn’t come
So we just sit here, all numb.
No feeling, no love.
The only love is from the God above.
Or Satan down below.
So sadness and depression is what we bestow.
And it will persist,
Until people decide that we exist.
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