i’m sitting in a dark room

listening to sad music

i’m surrounded by my stuffed animals

in a house that doesn’t feel like home

i hate that i feel twelve again

i think about my best friend

who i haven’t seen in four months

and who my mom doesn’t consider to be a real best friend

i hate that i feel eight again

my mom has let me down

she never ever listens

i hate that i feel little again

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