My Words

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My Words

My words are black and white colorless.

My sorry means nothing to you or anyone else.

I scream and cry, and they just walk by.

They tell me to just suck it up, to stop.

Everything comes easy to her.

The boy cried wolf, except not.

She messes up once, and everyone crowds to help.

She says she is the worst in the world,

She screams and cries, running to her room,

Everyone follows her, because it is more important then anything else.

I just sit alone.

She is so much better, that when she messes up it is great,

When I mess up I have failed you and everyone else.

When she speaks everyone stops to listen.

Stops to watch the rainbow fall out of her mouth,

And my words are of no meaning, black and white.

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I know this poem is very very badly written, but it is exactly how I am feeling now, so it almost hurt to write it.

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