Why was it always him?
Why was it never me?
Is it because he was older?
Is it because he was wiser at mind?
Michael this and Michael that
You could keep his name
out of your mouth nor thoughts
He was all you treasured
But now, do you see me?
After I made you witness
Witness your very reason for life
Get covered in a red blanket
Then fade into the shadows
Now, do you see me?
Or does my black hair
Truly mean I am evil?
**How do you think Paul felt toward Michael and why?**
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Words of 1000 lost children
PoetryThis is a book of poems written by @_alyyboo and I and they are based on the lives of characters we've created in our minds. Some of which are based off of people we know in real life and their somewhat tragic tales. The number 1000 is not an exagge...
