Raph Poem by MaKayla MaKayla

Raph



My fist is made out of brick
My fist can punch through walls
During the day I act like I'm tough
But during the day I'm crying on the inside
Because I thinking about my failure in life
Clouds are crying, my light is dying
But one day I will be alright.

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