The more people think of you,
The more you are remembered.
The more people shame on you,
The more you feel dismembered.
The more people believe in you,
The more you exist.
The more people hate you ,
The more you won't be missed.
The more people rely on you,
The more you hide the pain.
The more people smile at you,
The more you go insane.
The more people, the more you, it's really such a shame.
The more pressure you have,
The more I must explain,
It's really sad to say.
I'm sorry everything turned out this way.
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My Poems
PoesiaMy poem app went to hell so I'm posting all my works here from now on. They are a mix of types and a lot are sad.
