My tears flow freely.
Not as much as they used to.
My cheeks still turn red,
but only when I sob.
People ask me if I am depressed.
I answer no and show a smile.
I wish I knew what was wrong.
I think my soul has been robbed.
My appearance has changed,
through each new sorrow.
I hope that what I do next,
looks better tomorrow.
I used to be so happy.
I was the "prep" of the bunch.
Now I can't even write a poem
that can give readers a feeling
of what is going on in my
daily life because I write in
a way that makes no sense
it breaks all boundaries from
what they are normally used to but
if you can look deep inside,
you can feel how an Angel's soul feels.
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This doesn't make any sense. I am telling you this now.
Written May 7th, 2006
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Now I can't even write a poem
that can give readers a feeling WELL don't feel bad. Nobody can do much in that category in this day and age. You have alot of favorite poets. Don't give up! Youth is hard on kids. -
It makes perfect sense. You may think that no one would understand, but it's not that difficultly comlicated. It's a good write.
Sara -
i liked it, even though 'it doesn't make any sense' lol. i like the flow and the words..the structure is great! keep writing!
Nikki -
I love it, it is soooo amazing!! Great job keep it up!!
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