Poetry from a young soul

I dont know why

I dont know why

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At first I didn’t mean it.

I was just upset, and when your back was turned I’d take it back.

            But its grown, the burning inside me.

“why am I so angry? Always so mad?” Id think to myself

            But bigger then the burning is the rain. The rain that’s always

 there to put out the fire. The rain is sadness. I’m always sad

         most of the time I don’t know why? The saddest thing is

 I’ve almost forgotten how it feels to be happy Because all I do it cry.