You say I'm poor, just as low as the floor,
Try to act happy, try to act sad,
I can see t hrough you,
Your just as mad.
You hate I see it,
I love I can.
You try to stop it,
Make it pause,
I sit here and sing along.
Sing me the poets of the living dead,
instead you site here, banging on your head.
Lay down, watch t.v.,
Play the piano,
I know you see me.
Turn it off ,
go outside.
The world is dead,
and so am I.
What did you think?
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Wow this was really good and very well written. I enjoyed reading this piece. It flowed very nicely. Thanks for the read and keep up the goo work!
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