These are some weird...Poems/paragraphs or something I did...I'm not quite sure what it is o.o
They say what you want is something you don't need. That happiness comes from what you have been deemed. But what about, the starving children, and those with no hope left? What becomes of them? Does their happiness come, From what they have? Then what becomes, of everyone else? When we lose the things, That makes us seen?
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I have always wondered What was down that one path. Down the road that is so unlcear. Perhaps there is a path to success, or maybe it's a path to wretchedness. Who knows for sure, What is down that path. But I will tell you all! As I come from that path so unclear.
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There once was a man, a young boy infact, who lived in a happy little home. But all was not what it seemed, in the jubiant domicile. It was placed in the roughest neighborhood of the city and was plaqued by poverty. But still the family in that happy home held out, and clinged to what little hope they had left. ////////////////////////////
The masks we wear are all still there To cover our secrets. Dastardly things change our days, Secrets float around. Engulfing the beast within. Our sorry selves can't compete, With the defying beast within. People lie their whole lives, Hoping to defeat the secrets they hold. The masks we wear, hold it in To protect our little lives. These masks are more than just simple ideals, They protect us from bigger lies, To shadow our life, from hated kinds.
chidorilash · Tue Jun 09, 2009 @ 04:35am · 0 Comments |