Faith Poem by Teens

Help Me Get Through This

I came home one night after being made fun of, and as I normally do, I started writing. However, instead of reciting something I started writing about myself. This is the first poem that I've written aside from English class, and this may be a good outlet for my anger and frustration.

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My Prayer

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Published: June 2013

The day I found out I looked at my arm,
Covered in cuts from none other than self harm,
Rumors were spread. Lies were told,
But no truth, none at all did they hold.
I heard songs of happiness and dogs of relief.
How could they be true? What could I believe?
I found happiness but it went to college.
Are my feelings worth less than knowledge?
So tell me Lord, why do you do this?
As I reflect on this prayer please help me get through this.

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