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Am I selfish?
I want to be selfless
I don't know you
I used to read you
I can't look at you
Why are you selfish?
You used to care
Now you don't dare
What are we?
You caused me
He loves me
Is that selfish?
Are you jealous?
I shut you out?
You stopped reaching out
To make you happy
I tried being less sappy
I tried to beg for forgiveness
To be selfless

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What a find
Its all mine
I'd share it for a dime
As I'm lying on the ground
I found this place
A beautiful space
With minds you can't replace
With rhymes that take time
And you can't find
Anywhere else
They are all composers
That are not posers
Sowing words together
Making them even better
Then bam bam
Poetry slam

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Devotion to inner destruction
My way of saying depression
A clock in your head
When it rings
You feel like you're better off dead
The darkness it brings
It resets a talk with a friend
It never ends
Unless
You find your safe place
Your space
Don't tear yourself down
It's ok to frown
It takes a lot of courage to say
I wasn't ok
We're going to be ok
It's ok

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Why is she so mean?

Her words hurt more than they seem,

Why can't I be free?

I know this country isn't what it means,

But I'm being even more oppressed by the people who are supposed to be your family,

I try to make her proud,

Yet I get yelled at for having water bottles around,

She tells me I must keep my feet on the ground,

But I've been floating all year around,

In my room, I feel like I could fly,

But there's a glass window and I cry,

I feel like a caged bird,

And all I can do is sing,

But if you let me out I can be someone or something,

I can tell you stories that you've never seen,

And I can paint the scene,

I can make a costume with a sewing machine,

I can dance like I'm seventeen,

Just let me be me,

But all she can see,

Is the shell I made for me,

To be what she wanted,

Made me feel haunted,

By her standards, her notion,

I felt trapped in an ocean,

Until a hand reached out through the current,

I was observant,

How did he reach me,
Teach me,
Breach the system I created,

And advocated,

For me to stand up for myself,

Instead of self-hatred,

For not being what she wanted,

A prodigy,

I don't want apologies,

Or even your ideology,

Of what I should be,

Because no matter how you see me,

Or even if you don't believe me,

I'm Katty,

And this is my poetry.

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Can I say I'm afraid,
Being in 12th grade,

I act so confident,

But feel incompetent,

I've felt like a kid,

So uneventful,

With dreams unfulfilled,

You'd think I'm thrilled,

But I am resentful,

I am a senior after all,

I'm supposed to stand tall,

But I crawl,

I am a ball of emotions,

With many notions,

Many unfinished,

This one is now finished.