Silence. Dead silence.
Trying to talk, but no one listens
Trying to hear, but its useless
Doing what they say, but in return they do nothing...
They never do.
All they do is stand there,
Waiting for a miracle to come
Probably for me to disappear...
Cold. Cruel. Yup, that's what they are...
They laugh, gossip and bring pain
But no matter what I do to get their approval,
I'll still be the same.
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Reese's Pieces
PoetryMy broken pieces all described in poems... Author's Note: Please do not copy my poems or the name of this book or consequences are given...
