Just Paige Poems

Roses are red, violets are blue,
Say that you love me, tell me you do,
But the violets have wilted, the roses are dead,
Unlike the voices, so loud in you head,
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As the pretty young teenager lay on the bed,
With the most darkest thoughts swimming through her head,
A minute she spent staring into space,
Wondering why society was so hard to face.
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Why pretend to be someone you're not,
Fleecing people into thinking you're a big shot,
Money, power, respect and fame,
You'd be lying to say this is not your aim,
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