Life is stuck.
Doing the same old thing.
Someday things will be better.
But now,
Life is a desolate wasteland.
People walk without seeing.
People talk without hearing.
They are all in their own little worlds.
Nobody sees, nobody hears.
Life is stuck.
Doing the same old thing.
Someday things will be better.
The cars honk and they yell.
Things are bad.
They will be better.
Tomorrow will be the same.
Yesterday was the same.
Today is the same.
Life is stuck.
Doing the same old thing.
Someday things will be better.
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Poems from Strange Places
PoetryI wrote these poems when I was 15 years old; I was being bullied and needed a way to vent my emotional frustration. Other than being bullied I have never personally experienced any of these terrible things that have happened to so many innocent peop...
