The Passing Time Poem by Jessi lucas
The Passing Time
As the time passes by
We quit seeing eye to eye
I know that you don't understand
And all this hate held in my hand
All this stress inside my head
Sometimes I wish that I were dead
You try to tell me who to be
You won't just let me be me
I just want to run and hide
Because it hurts too much inside
You try to mess with my mind
You won't just be kind
Maybe if you gave me time
Maybe you could see me shine
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