My Own

November 29, 2009
The patter of the rain, the mischievous clouds, resemble to a day's empty heart.

Nothing's the matter with me, oh don't let my tears fool you over, for you are just too smart.

You hear me scream, you see me cry, you've had all your time helping greed.

I give you my hand--I need help! No matter how hard I try, no matter how hard I plead.

When will the sun show? My spirits lay low, with no trace of hope.

I know now I'm on my own, thanks to you, I figure you don't need me. I cannot bare you, I cannot cope.

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XxsweetiexX said...
Dec. 21, 2009 at 2:29 pm
wow...this poem is really touching and beautiful... and i could relate to the literature
wishing4thebest2day said...
Dec. 20, 2009 at 12:39 pm
ShernayB. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Dec. 17, 2009 at 11:13 am
Morgan J. replied...
Dec. 19, 2009 at 1:45 pm
Haha, thank you, I didn't think it'd be that great. (:
Grace09 said...
Dec. 15, 2009 at 10:09 pm
Wow, I know how you feel and I'm really really sorry:/. Good job kk.
kheart said...
Dec. 15, 2009 at 5:47 pm
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