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Sometimes I can't help it.

Submitted:Dec 30, 2006    Reads: 159    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


They take away,

My attention,

But I get more,

When they are gone,


They cry to much,

I'm really not that strong.


I am possed,


I'm just wired wrong,

The tears that are shed,

Are for me, and me alone,

My loss is my gain,

My guilt is my pain,

Even after,

My crimes are known


I don't want to,


I can not stop,


I believe that,

What I do is ordered by God,

I know I will be hated,

Despised mostly by,

People who know,

I needed to be caught.


People hate what they,

Can not understand,

My actions will cause,

The too busy to make a stand,

If I say God told me to do it,

They say I'm worth dirt,

Then lock me up,

As my neighbor goes to church,

If I say the devil told me to,

Then it is even worse,

My children are in a better place,

And me, I'm facing hell,

Don't judge me until,

You've done it,

Then feel free,

To judge your self,

Please don't judge me,

More then your opinion,

I need help.


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