Becomig a child again
Smiling when you would cry
Stop thinking about celebrity men
No longer wanting to die
Walking alone but smiling
Singing along off key
But still trying
Being everything you can be
Reading a book
But not really reading
Giving a look
When its off his eyes your feeding
Crying but smiling
Happy inside but outside dying
when inside your so very trying
When you read this poem I'll be done lying
A contest entry
- My Contest! by lemonhead.
520 points, ended January 12, 2008, 25 entries
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