Sam Tackett Poems

125 elements, and im the odd one out.

These minds try to discriminate against my palette
but when people try to stop, i wont freakin' allow it
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A small sad boy with eyes of blue
ones that people just stare right through
as if he was nothin, like the glass the kid looked in
where sat people purposely thin
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(Christian)
why do they do this? cant pretend its ok
why do they leave us wondering each day?
pills and bullets to stop the pain
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My insanity has been makin a comeback
singlehandedly (no help from me)
bringin itself back from the brink
it tears away at me, ya see?
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