My hair is fake
You'd say its weave
My walk is cheap
I copied Steve
I cry at night, I never sleep
The dreams are harsh beyond belief
My mom is lost
But i won't cry
I miss my dad
And thats no lie
But after all i can come to say
My secrets made me strong in the biggest way
Author notes
I really hope you guys can leave me some messages telling me how this poem can approve, of how you like it, tell me what you think
Tell me what you think. Do you think I could have done better? How can I improve my poetic ways?
Comments
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Bravo
nicee poem, I see you fixed it xD
Keep up the good work
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