here is the poem i did:
here it is
but why is it shattered?
so broken apart
it's because of them
why am i chosen?
i AM a person
just like everyone else
so what if i'm different
who cares?
apparently, you do.
even my own family
has turned against me.
am i that strange?
am i so strange, i have to hide it?
under a veil
without an identity?
a personality?
a person?
it got ripped to shreds
the evidence was on their hands
all red and still fresh
no longer beating
my heart.
so waddaya think?!? this was kinda weird for me, since i don't do this alot.
comment plz!!
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I has a poem to share
here it is:
One by one we bite the dust, kick the bucket, begin to rust. Give up the ghost when your number's up, we all fall down. Ashes to ashes, bones to paste, you'll wither away in your resting place. Eternity in a wooden case, we all fall down.
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