Different Poem by Alexa Martin

Different



Everyone is different.
No one is the same.
As we grow up
We all think we can be improved.
I know I do.
I do all these things for my mom.
Not for me.
I much rather hide in a corner and do nothing but think.

Saturday, October 3, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: mom
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