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A poem I just wrote tonight on a spur of the moment.

Submitted:Apr 18, 2012    Reads: 14    Comments: 6    Likes: 7   

Can You, by M-chan

I spend my time surrounded by art.

I am a writer at heart.

I play more instruments than most.

I have a tendency to boast.

I talk to myself when I'm alone.

Most of the hurt in me is not outwardly shown.

I hate change.

I dislike how I am sometime estranged.

I stare at the quivering blade in my hand,

And time drips by like hourglass sand.

Grief and rage fill me to the brim,

And nothing anymore is done on a whim.

Can you still accept me like this?

Can you act as if these facts you dismissed?

Can you take me as I am?

Do you even give a damn?


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