Who I am
I SingI dance
I scream
I prance
But the one thing
I love most
Is Poetry
From coast to coast
Everywhere I've been
Leads up to now
I know who I am
I'd yell it out loud
But Sadly I can't
People Make Fun
Of People Like Me
They Call Me Names
And That's just one Of the Things
We're all humans
So I don't understand
Why they do that to me
Instead of giving me a helping hand
People are cruel
In Their Own way..
But The way I am..
Maybe that's why
I'm...Lonely
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But for real, I did not expect you to read it so soon :O
and i love you too
But dont you lie to me that poem is trash..the feels are real but its trash
I think Imma re-do that one anyway. I made it when I was 13 on paper and I found it 2 years later and bam.
Republican, democrat, and chocolate
Which side
*cries from the beauty*
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THIRTY FFING EIGHT YOU AND EMO