You


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.