Like Me

January 3, 2009
By Annette Lynn Favetta, Clark, NJ

You inscribe your words
and thoughts from pencil to paper.

Your eyes tell a story of deception,
while your smile, always kind.

Like Me.

A cloud roars its godly horror,
as it awaits its dying end.

Like Me.

Insanity is in your veins,
and a devils roars in your head.

Like Me.

So who are you?

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