a tear rolls down her face
as she looks in the mirror
wipes away the salty tear
and stares at her dinner
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i love writing poems
be them good or bad,
a poem is a good expression
of feelings that you have.
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Eventually tthe rock will erode
Bright colours will fade away
The sun will set in the east
White clouds will turn to grey
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There is something about you
The things that you do
I cannot help but smile
I always think of you
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I keep myself busy then they force me to stop
My mind starts swirling with horror and self doubt
I kept myself busy so this didn't come out
I'm scared that my opinion of myself is true
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When I'm gone? If I go.
Imagining a life without me.
Would I be missed?
Would people disagree?
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when you say things that are meant
or even if they are not
i get the feeling they are said
to see me get shot
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keeping the distance,
from the the warm fires glow,
staying away,
from the people i know.
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I hear muffled sounds as i sit in my room
I feel the atmosphere turning into gloom
I sit and stare as the voices change tone
There is lots of us here but i feel alone
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