In my life there is so much to confess,
I was cruel and overbearing,
While in school I would take
While others were sharing.
In the mists of all this
I would laugh at others dismay.
And push others down,
Just to here them say that they were in pain,
To hear the cries
And to see their tears.
I never thought it would all come back to me
After all these years.
I remained a hopeful butterfly,
Always looking ahead, never caring,
Whether I was a nice guy.
Cause I figured it was nothing,
Kindness didn’t exist
The only way to become something.
Was to trample over others,
Teach them what it takes,
And hopefully lead them on their way
To the fall from grace.
Author notes
Confess, hopeful butterfly, the fall from grace....
The following does not dipict my veiws once so ever, it was just something that poped in mind.
Written February 23rd, 2006
A contest entry
- Triple Threat {contest} by OutsideTheMirror.
350 points, ended March 30, 2006, 11 entries
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I kind of like the way the meter is freely done, yet there's still a flowing rhyme scheme. That makes this somewhat odd, but much better to read.
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Orginal idea- it gives a sort of inside view to the issue.
Good write, and thanks for entering!
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Excellent
Using the past to come back and haunt is very good - you did an excellent job with the words/phrases you were given - good luck in the contest
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