My Stolen Identity

I'm scared that I'm pretending,
playing every day.
I'm scared that the me I pretend to be,
is the real one anyway.
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Nonsense poems are such fun
I write one every day
'You're mad, you're crazy! '
Is what the people tend to say
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Beautiful, intricate and free flowing with grace,
like a river, mountain or tears on a pretty face.
Looping and spinning,
as soft as white,
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Smile at some one and light up their day.
A smile would not go a stray.
evil and hurt in this world is easy to find,
but a smile will leave that all behind.
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The children play around the tree
Unbeknown to them of their fate to be
If the where to commit an ungodly crime
They would meet their end at a premature time
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As a new sun rises,
the dead fell no pain, hurt or sorrow.
they no longer exist,
it is only their memory that keeps them alive in this world.
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