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This poem is about exspression of feeling's.

Submitted:Oct 25, 2012    Reads: 5    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

As I Sit Here All Alone Listening to the sound's of darkness

I wonder why god has created me to be such a crazy mess.

I've had thought's of many thing's involving hurt with denying scream;s

I feel these thing's with much pain. No telling why Im such a mess.

Full of stress full of anger. wanting to let it all go.let out my rage,

I've been hurt to much. Life's getting tough. I feel broken inside.

These feeling's i keep locked up, for only me to see.

These feeling's are strange full of outrage. These feeling's

are the feeling's of change.


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