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For every word I can’t say,

I try to write it down,

but at the end of the day,

I know I’ll never find the words.

They jumble together,

like the sunset’s melting colors.

For every excuse I make,

We call it: “catastrophe,” as if —  it is different.

A child nursed of negligence.

Yes, it is not ours —

i remember my first day of middle school

i was wearing washed-out jeans and a t-shirt from Target

my short brown hair was parted to the side

People are so cruel

How could you live like that 

They scream and curse 

How could you live like that. 

They think the only person 

That matters are themselves

The girl I once knew

sang merrily while lying on the damp grass,

read stories out loud to her dolls;

played with a bright pink tea set.

But now

she only sings while no one is hearing,

in (prefix):

not

(not what?

not right, not here,

not true, not what?

come on,

dictionary,

be specific.)

subordinate (adjective):

placed in, 

or occupying