Thief Poem by jolene garcia

Thief

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I've been known to have alot of grief,
The one thing that bothers me most is to be called by thief,
I make alot of mistakes,
Its like I'm playing baseball and haven't even got to first base,
I make people so angry,
They're tention fills me deep and it's seems that they hate me,
I sit and feel sorry for myself,
As I sit and watch my friends who no longer want me around,
I realize what I've done,
Now I'm left here alone still watching them, they start to run,
I stold from my neighbors,
Now I get called so many names,
Thief, liar, two faced, But They'll never know that these names bring alot of pain

Thursday, June 25, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: baseball,grief,sorry
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Eyan Desir 29 June 2009

Awww, sorry you keep writing

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Poetic Soul 25 June 2009

Nice poem u've got, love the structure.

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Nooruddeen Mm 25 June 2009

I enjoyed the poem Well done Nooruddeen

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