Given the truth, but you all lie,
provided with proof, yet you deny,
able to give, but you all take,
how do you live?...as a fake.
Given the eyes, but you can't see,
able to be wise, yet you don't agree,
provided with enough, but you want more,
what is this stuff?...what is it for?
Given a life, but you abuse,
able to love, yet you diffuse,
provided with care, but you bite,
we all have to bear...your spite.
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This could be interpreted a few different ways, and I like that. I could just sit her for hours reading and commenting all you poems, you know that :]
love.
Stay sick
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Most appreciated, thank you.
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I don't know that you are depressed, you are just incredibly aware, and it angers you. I believe you may be an empath. (bothered by loud noices, light bothers your eyes, feel others feelings confused by your emotions,injustice enrages you, you always tell the truth but no one believes you, crowds overwhelm you, you want to hide from the world and you don't know why) sounds crazy doesn't it but I am right. anyway you write from your soul your poems are incredible. God bless
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Good use of rhyme here. I liked your alliteration in ‘provided with proof’. I like the repetition of ‘given’. This was an interesting, sad society poem.
Thanks for your comment.
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