My story you won't see on tv
Neither told on Oprah
Doors slammed in my face
Even the preacher was distant
Teachers cursed my future
Friends abandoned me in my time of need
Starving to feed others
At home with no lights
So close to sucide
Appearing not to be in need
I wash my face and hands
Dying to live
But none know my struggles
Walk a mile in my shoes
See my story live it
Then judge me
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