You say you love me,
but do you really?
You say you need me,
but are you just saying that?
You hear me,
but do you listen?
You tell me I am pretty,
but do you mean it?
You say you're lucky to have me,
but are you really?
You tell me everything will be alright,
but will it really?
I don't know the answer to these questions,
I may never know. I don't know what to do,
but because I'm blinded I will stay on your side.
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My name is Hailey. I am twelve years old and I'm in the sixth grade. I started to write about three years ago. It helped me escape the world for a little bit. I have gone through many tough times and writing helped me get over it. My family really started helping me become a writer and my teacher (Dr. Phillip M. Powell) pushed me to write the very best I could. Writing is my safe spot where I'm in my own little world.