We are figments of our imagination
victims of segregation
living in a hate nation
never arriving at our destination
there is no real conversation
in out history
We are victims of circumstance
Never had a true romance
We will never have a last glance
Because we never had a first
We are all a mystery
written down in history
lying in our misery
never to move on
We are all locked in our heads
thinking of our fears and dreads
wishing that we were dead
but we were never living
We are all dreading sorrow
Hoping for a new tomorrow
But there was never a today
We are all afraid
hoping to be saved
never to be played
out of our world to be
Author notes
I know it rhymes a lot... no this is not at all a suicide poem... at all... thank you and I hope you like it
Written December 22nd, 2005
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