My Stolen Identity
Biography of My Stolen Identity
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My Stolen Identity Poems
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.
Nonsense poems are such fun I write one every day 'You're mad, you're crazy! ' Is what the people tend to say
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.
The Hanging Tree 2
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
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.
Beautiful, intricate and free flowing with grace, like a river, mountain or tears on a pretty face. Looping and spinning, as soft as white,
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.
This fear is so very childish,
but yet it seems so real.
How can I distroy this wretched fear I feel?