Dark eyed monsters
With tears in their eyes
Wishing for some answers
Searching through the lies
People called them losers...
People judged them wrong
They've been feeling lost forever
Searching for so long
Since when were we the ones
Who had a say in their life
Since when can we condemn them
And give them more strife
How dare you call yourself a Christian
If you label them a "Freak"
Is that what Christianity is?
Making others feel weak?!
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Life of a Lonely, Wandering Soul
PoésieThis is a series of poems I, Brianna French, have written. The are completely original, and I would appreciate it if you didn't steal them. Thank you SO much for reading! I am 13 years old as of now, but I will be 14 in the July of 2013. Please feel...
