Mitta Xinindlu

Freshman - 626 Points (South Africa)

The Problem Lies With You, Oh! Friend - Poem by Mitta Xinindlu

Carry on make a joke out of me
Expose all my weakness to the world and be mean
Fulfil your needs go ahead and bring pain to my heart
Your wickedness rests you not
How far is it going to go, Oh! Friend?
Be just and get off from your level of low
Cease, stop I shout!
Forgive yourself and comfort your heart
You are tired now your wrinkles show
You have brought upon yourself a baggage of pain
Pat yourself at the back and love yourself
Your ways have brought nothing for you but an unending list of foes
Your neck has grown longer
And your eyes have gone greener
How could you not know that jealousy brings lots of sicknesses?
And you have grown much older now I see
Stop this, and be good to yourself so therefore I plead


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 27, 2008



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