Negitive Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

Once while i was young i heard the passion of inititive,
Once while i was old i saw the forgiving nature of Friendship,
Once while i was invisible i tasted the Dirt of Hatred,
Once while i was weak i felt the power of Dedication,
Once while i was scared i imagined the Power of Love,
Once while i was in love i felt the Pain of Dishonesty,
Once while i felt the Pain of Dishonesty i also felt the pain of Lonelyness,
Just waiting for it fade away again: (