they all, they always stood tall
she calls it crazy, nothings meant to solve
the anger, the voice inside her head
call it stubborn it always ends instead
in derange, it writes its way inside
how it listens, how it learns to hide
the feelings she knows she has to feel
and the smiles she knows it knows are real
they call her gone without a sound
lost in fear with what she hasn't found
words they whispered in relief
tied believing in belief
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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none the less it's another great from the pen of jessica
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tres interessant =] what inspired you?
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eh well you know me..i was kind of stressed out so i went crazy and then wrote a poem about it
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