Twisted Fate - Poem One

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Twisted Fate

I wear these scars on my wrist,

Because they make my twist,

Twist the truth of our fate,

Without a fate we have no end date.

I'm a little tired,

Maybe just expired.

The pushing bodies,

Toddling in the school lobby.

Fingers gracing their loved ones,

Yet here I stand with none.

But I have myself,

Evil stands alone with itself.

Every moment  I am one step closer,

Because maybe I'm a loser.

That's what the kids at school chant,

With their nonsense rants.

We wear these scars on our hearts,

Ready to restart.

Restart this life with a smile,

Just wait a while.

+++by anna miller

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