They called him weird,
They called him ugly,
They called him stupid,
All because of his eyes,
One blue,
The other green,
That doesn't mean all those things,
It means he's special,
It means he's unique,
It means he's something worth the keep,
No one ever told him that,
The day before he died,
Now thats one thing those dip shits have inside,
Guilt surrounded them,
Like a cat for a mice,
They had no way out,
Trapped inside their guilt and doubt,
They died.
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Poems For Life
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