8th Grade Fame? Poem by Sketcher Ridpath
8th Grade Fame?
Hearing sirens and sad music,
The worlds gone and I'm acoustic,
I live for the amusement,
Of getting picked then I refuse it,
Cause I'm the master of my own domain,
Cause I chose to ride on this messed up train,
Which puts all of these messed up thoughts in my brain,
For you it's called life, for me it's called fame.
Tuesday, November 13, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: fame,life,past
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I wrote this poem in 8th grade. Surprised me that I've been writing poetry for four years now. I thought I knew it all and boy was I wrong.
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