This is a poem 100% by me. It is all mine, so please don't take it and say that it is yours... Anyways, enjoy.
Memorable Memories:
I am a closet,
with only closed doors.
I sit by myself,
mending my festering sores.
People come by,
and open me up.
But then they finally see me,
and they shut me back down.
It takes more muscles to smile,
than to frown.
So you could say,
that I am worn out.
Yes, you sould say that
But you have to face the fact.
That no matter what you say,
I am here to stay.
I will not go away.
So don't look in my face,
and call me a disgrace.
Look at me.
While I sit here in despair.
And you worry about your hair,
and what is not fair.
While I still sit here and stare.
Waiting for you to hear
and see my fear
and see the truth inside my tears
and not take it and twist it
into something it's not.
And sit there and throw it down,
and watch it rot.
So don't look in my face,and call me a disgrace.
As I sit here, waiting for you to feel my fears
And wipe away my shameful tears...
