Poem 4 - Impression

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 I'm so tired of your lies

I wish you could see through my disguise.

This pain is nothing compared to what you make me feel.

I wish that it could stop, this can't be real.

Have you ever wondered why the world is so dark?

Why we humans have to leave our mark?

This world is cruel and cold

And no one gives you their hand to hold.

I'm getting sick of this,

When will we realise the parts of life we miss?

Instead, we only care about ourselves,

And everyone's wishes are packed on the shelves.

Why can't you see i'm mad?

I can't do as i desire so i'm sad.

I no longer hear the angels say my name,

I only laugh at those who think they can keep me tame.

Can't you see that  i am gone.

Forever lost to you since you have thorn,

All my wishes but they still remain

And you can't say no more 'cause you're no longer in this game..

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