She is happy, I'm sad
She has friends, I don't
People understand her,
No one understands me
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just think dear what might become of u if u make 100 more poems like this one? its not the way u should go in ur life. its not for u. if u ever though there r ppl who dont cry ur mistaken 150%. everyone cries in the time. and life`s like this, if u call it bright white, its just white, if u do just white light, its grey.... so imagine what color it has if u call it dark black? ur beautiful with ur emotions, with ur heart. u can sympathy, its easy to c and its great, , , , woman is nothing without emotions but sweet emotions... make a fontain of sweet emotions towards urself, love ur soul and heart the way u wish others do and u`ll notice how ugly those whom u considered beauties...
I like this poem