Hostile Poem by tesla blackburn

Hostile

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i feel hostile
my wisdom spreaded a mile
i now never smile
even down a weddile ille
such depression is vial

i want to be free
i want to be me
and not stung by a consent bee
i dont wanna be she
or he
i want a gold key
i want to be
and be me

let me out
let me shout
let me pout
no more doubt
in me

Sunday, August 23, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: depression
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