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Am I the one who sulked
In the pit of a dark empty room;
In a pace where I am always stuck;
As though prepared to meet my doom
Am I the one who barked
At the wrong place, the wrong time;
Every story of mine would go to spark
And now — do I owe them a dime?
Am I the girl who hid
In corners and shadows so grim;
For after all the words I've bid
O, the lonesome coward I've ever been
Am I the girl who tried
To leave the same mossy spot;
To put my chin up and not abide
By sadness and whoever wants me to stop
Am I the one who'll speak
For the most selfish I've been;
For the ways I rebuked on innocents' seek
And make ammends on how I was seen
Am I the girl who'll show
To the world that's full of wonders;
For the chances I took to throw
And fulfill, cherish, go on to yonder
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A Poet's Diary
PoetryShe doesn't simply cry when she's upset or disappointed, nor does she just smile all day when she finally get to grab that tiny bit of hope. It would be hard for her to talk about love just as simply as bringing up a favorite song, nor would it be e...
