September 14, 2008
By Sylvia Baez, Wernersville, PA

"Smile!" they shout,
I want them all out.
"What's wrong?" thay ask,
Am I not wearing my mask?

"Don't be sad," they say,
But that's how I feel today.
"It's okay," they lie,
And they think they're so sly.

All these voices bother me,
Why can't they see,
The only thing that'll make me happy,
Is for you to be here with me.

The author's comments:
I wrote this poem after asking this guy i really liked out. He obviously said no. So to vent I wrote a couple of poems.
I hope that if anyoe get rejected by ayone they should know they're not alone (and the person is probably not worth it).

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