To my family and close friends
I am a happy, crazy, weird person
But that is where it ends
Who i am is a lie
Don't even have to try
It does seem really sad
That I need more than my might
But that is just who I am
My life is being written through a few pens
Never can it be erased
Most likely they are number tens
Cannot go on a shredder
Nor can it be lit on fire
A normal person would go mad
To not be able to get rid of this fighter
But that is just who I am
My life just bends
It cannot be fixed
Not even with some lends
Glue will not work
And one of my 'friends' is a jerk
The word that I use for my life is bad
You can tell by just one little peak
But that is just who I am
I will always think of the word bye
That somehow makes me glad
Reminds me that I can die
But that is just who I am
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Dry tears'poems
PoetryThis are poems that I try creating and there is a (most) likely chance that they suck. They can be confusing, sad or just plain stupid. It really just counts what mood I'm in, or what type of style that I want to make the poem. Warming: there is a...
