November 18, 2008
By maria nevison, Mobile, AL

The wind gushes past my face,
emotions hiding in my mind take over the place,
distilled by my own eagerness i step forward,
hoping to prove to you i'm worthy,
but nothing convinces you
and i still feel as if i don't amount up to anything.
wondering how you don't care,
i cry myself to sleep,
thinking maybe, just maybe,
the pain you gave out,
you shall reep.
danger crawls beneath my skin
and i hear you whisper something,
but the air is just to thin.

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