Stop.
Stop the pain.
I feel like I'm going to pop.
I'm driving myself insane,
In a desperate attempt,
To stay sane.
The words cut,
The wrongs hurt down in my gut.
The lies break me,
The world tries to change me.
The people glare,
And the hate flares.
This is why I'm who I am today.
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Poetry
PoetryYeah so some of these suck and some don't, some are happy some are sad, some are down-right depressing. But you know, I hope you like them. Or don't. Whatever.
