End Up Dead

April 20, 2009
By , Talala, OK
Show me
To the world.
I'll be
Seen, not heard.

A pretty photo,
A lovely face.
What would I know,
Wrapped in linen and lace?

So young,
With so many years ahead.
Like a song unsung,
And a story unsaid.

The future will hold
Challenges of every kind.
They want to mold,
To conform my mind.

They tell me lies
That fill my head.
It's a surprise
If I don't end up dead.

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K.H.P. said...
Mar. 30, 2010 at 10:31 am
Ironically, another similar experience happened this school year as well, but the results were much more drastic. MINE.
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