As I walk down the road
People laugh at me
At the way I look
For I am no different
From them as they are from me
We all look the same
People through trash at me
They do it because I am different
But I don’t stoop to there level
I restrain my anger
And force it on to myself
I hold it in until the last possible second
And then I explode.
Don't ever let people have that kind of effect on you. Don't let them get to you.... you write beautifully! It is truly a blessing to read your works! ~Lacey~
Venting is evil as is the mocker of those different then ourselves. This dark shadow followed me until I put more light then it could handle on it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dude, you have way more self control then i do. id be telling those people off left and right. lol. good job. excellent.