My Terrible Nightmare Poem by True Pixie ...Smith

As I collapse to the ground a crowd begins to form. I stand to the ground as if nothing happened back there, then I dash my way out of there as quick as possible. 'I'm not feeling too well', I think to myself as I scurry to reach the limit. I'm dieing, dieing inside, but its all in the open. No one here to save me now. As I take one last glance at life I take a deep breath and I pull the trigger and now it's over. My terrible Nightmare.