Lily Espinosa

Help Is Lost For You

Poem by Lily Espinosa

I sit over there,
Girl with the long curly hair,
I watch you, observe,
Feel pitiful, sick, repulsed by you.
You are pathetic.
You disgust me.

There is no help left for you.

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  • dissatified exmember (2/18/2005 2:10:00 PM)

    There is always help for everyone. We all have to learn from someone. Mostly it's our parents who teach us, but sometimes it's the likes of you and I.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 18, 2005