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Voice
written by xfadingmemoriesx03:28 AM 3/19/05There's no longer a such thing as hurting,
I bite back when someone says they've felt pain.
I feel like no one else knows what pain is,
I'm arrogant, I'm twisted, I'm insane.
I have problems,
but if you read between the lines..
You'll see I have a reason,
for each and every thing that intwines.
I find words meaningless,
so I choose not to speak.
You don't know me and you never will,
I know how to be strong and I know how to be weak.
I'm nothing but I'm something,
I'm here yet I'm not.
Maybe an adult trapped in a child's body,
maybe something you once knew and forgot.
I tire of seeing immaturity all around me,
the devastation of false identity becomes mainstream.
Sometimes I want to believe the lies are the truths,
but then I remember nothing is ever as it seems.. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by xXlove+hateXx (3-19-2005 - 03:38 AM)
| this poem is great!(as always) i love all the 'im nothing but something' sentences, they make sense but they dont (haha, i did it rite there) |
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