Confession

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Turned around to face my lies of the past,
I looked in the mirror to see what you have created,
Taking a bat I'm smashing my image,
It's nothing of what I wanted to see,
If I could reach threw time id release your hand,
And the visual of whom you wanted me to be,
Stuck in this internal hell, of man vs. man,
You locked the door, trapping me of my reality,
Keeping me from my potential,
Placing a mask over the face I was born with
I am a statue of your artistic mind,
Nothing of who I should be.





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badabing10000 said...
Aug. 27, 2008 at 4:58 am
breanna this is great keep up the good work girl
 
vinnyc2k said...
Aug. 26, 2008 at 7:10 pm
great poem real powerfull! good job girl!
 
ninabina said...
Aug. 26, 2008 at 3:02 pm
breanna i think that your poems are amazing
 
pinem21 said...
Aug. 26, 2008 at 2:18 am
Well writen Peom it catche's peopls attention's and the point its trying to state.
 
Dave said...
Aug. 26, 2008 at 1:41 am
Great poem! Gives the image of empowerment and not accepting others' control over yo! Way to go, kid!
 
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