the hatred
the pain
the terrible feelings that ive gained
the hurt
the sorrow
the hope of a better tomorrow
the giant gap between me and the outer world
the chain around my ankle tears at my skin
what sick kind of games do they play to win
i dont kno what to do
no one has any advice
and because of this i pay a price
i consider mysefl to be a good kid
with fewer problems then most
yet im not treated like that and have nothing to boast
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I really like your poem! :)
I like it as well. Now write some more!!!
Challenge: see my last blog and answer the questions of Bernard Pivot on yours. Everyone will be doing this.
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