We are not frayed at the edges,
We are torn at the seams.
We climb over hedges,
Just to see broken dreams.
An endless barren field,
A war zone.
The crops do not yeild,
And no one can truly go home.
For if we do,
We will not find a loving place.
We feel blue,
Because to them we are always a disgrace.
They do not understand what we go through,
They only give a damn about how we do,
And how it will make them look.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Shades Of Black (Poems)
ŞiirAngsty poems that were written long ago in secondary school.
