You thrust me upon the flames
I've been through so much hell
That I cannot feel the burning
sensation anymore.
It is actually very soothing~
I walk straight out of the fire
With my head held high.
The fire is still latching itself on my skin
Yet, nothing happens to my emotions.
I don't cry
I just walk steadily on the path
Still with my head held high.
I can be lonesome
It doesn't matter how much you knock me down because in the end of you torturing me,
I will bounce back up.
So keep going with your harsh ways
I will still walk on the path that I chose
to take and I will still have my head
held high
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PoetryIf you have dream, reach for it If you have the chance, take it You only live one life Make it happen. Singer/Songwriter Author 9th grader Disclaimer: I write wicked poems about death and killing. I am not crazy I just think crazy. (That probably...
