Briana McLain

Rookie (June 4 1992 / Houston)

My Family

Poem by Briana McLain

My family always does well
untill we find time to dwell
then we alwyas scream and yell
it seems like i have just fell
but right when i get home
i know ill be alone
my tears aer never shown
and somethings always thrown
i hide and try to lie
but it never gets by
until the ends are at a tie
no one bothers to say hi
i wish it was my time to shine
that i could always be in line
i dream that everything was fine
i just hope my life could just be mine

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  • THE FIRST SHRIKE (4/14/2007 9:04:00 PM)

    Forever it can be.Hide not that you would wish others not find.Yet if you dwell with in the truth nought else will you but shine.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 9, 2004