Parts that obey orders,
A cold machine that must do the same routine over and over, again,
One that is depended on and must run day and night,
Just dab some oil on it, it will be alright,
But I am not that way,
I am not a shining, silver perfect machine which can take impacts and is only left with a minor dent,
Can be broken down and repaired as if nothing happened,
Can constantly work without worry and obey orders,
I fall down and am left with vibrant, red scars,
Bandaids and care could only do so much,
Crimson scabs are scattered upon my olive complexion,
I am only...
Human.
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Huh, I never posted this either. 16 year old me was really going through it I guess
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Life in Color
Poetry"The colors of knowledge splash onto the blank canvas of my mind," -ddiaz80 These poems are based on most colors of the color spectrum and will be laced with my emotions. Enjoy :) {Criticism would be very much appreciated}. I DO NOT OWN THE ARTWORK...
