Friday, September 19, 2008

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

2 comments:

JiLly BeAn said...

I really like your poem! :)

mike said...

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.