am sitting in my room looking at the wall
am wandering why life for me so much different
am searching for my purpose in life
am wanedring why i do the things i do
i want to scream, dance, laugh, love
but me won't let me
i want to hate, jump, yell, hurt
but me is not letting me
there are times when i feel weak, broken, shaken,
and yet, me still find a way to get back up
am so tired of things around me
i feel tangled, feel like i have been sharkled
me wants to beak free and fly. But doesn't know how.

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mariama92 said...
Oct. 27, 2008 at 9:28 pm
I can really relate to this poem. The writer did a phenomenal job, I was truly touched.
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