I’m Sure Poem by Izbella Omelon
I’m Sure
I do not like my state of mind;
I’m intolerant, cruel, unkind.
I cannot take the gentlest joke.
Cause I’ve many things to cope.
I find no peace in paint or type.
My world is but a lot of tripe.
I saw a man who is simple.
I don’t know, he’s like an angel.
My soul is crushed, my spirit sore;
I do not like me anymore.
But I’m fidget and feel something strange.
I’m sure that it is not hate.
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