Hate Tank Poems

My life is a ruin, but the colours are bright, the angst is pain a physical manifest of a spike laden chain, my chest it's going to give way,  
The Samaritans close in but I back away,  
I hear the laughs but what did they say? They really they have no clue what to say, no training in life or the lessons they've learned can give me the voice I want to have heard
The plan was the last attempt to be in,  a great one was thought and in for the win but now it sits there in  with mortal sin, hey do a big grin, a stare, I follow it in,
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There is a place behind a little shop,
Where lives a creature called smop
A simple kind of animal that likes to talk fly and sits about to try to get high
People come and go, to and fro, in and out and wander about
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If I had no questions for my answers
Then what would those questions be?
Would they be happy or should they be sad?
Should they be down or make you feel glad?
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