I knew it was wrong,
I thought I could do it.
Here I go again,
I nearly blew it.
Everyone thinks that I'm smart,
They expect my maturity.
When all I want to do,
Is get rid of the jury.
These scars that are hidden,
No one but me sees.
No, I'm not broken,
Ready to fall on my knees.
As the pain grows stronger,
I try not to give in.
But I wonder to myself,
When will this end?
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