i am not who who want me to be.

its not like i cry myself to sleep

every single night

but these words will serve well as my tears on paper

that i will never let you see

i thought the shadows were friendly

and i thought life was a sun

but now i am the homeless on the street

slowly coming undone

you judge me

but i will stand

you push me away

but yet here i still am

you can tie my soul down to a contract

but my spirit cannot die

so here i am

try to hurt me now

--and this time, it will be you who cries


Submitted: July 04, 2012

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CJam

nice poem :)

Wed, July 4th, 2012 12:52pm

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thanks :)

Mon, August 20th, 2012 8:48am

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