((November 25, 2011))
Tell
I wish
I could tell
My secret
To the world.
She wishes
Her friends would stay
If she said
Words of pain.
He wishes
His parents would accept
His own person
Unique as hell.
I wish
They would care
One flash of red
One flash of new hair.
She wishes
She would be loved
Once she spits it out
And face the lies.
He wishes
He was in control
Loss of individuality
His soul he sells.
We wish
The one thing we know,
We wish
We could tell.
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Hidden Poetry
PoetryInside this book, is every poem I've written in the past year. Which people apparently love to read. Give it a try if you want, but this is how i survived most days and it means a lot to me. Inside you'll read poems I've shown to friends and poems I...
