March 13, 2009
By Morgan4852 GOLD, Ocean Springs, Mississippi
Morgan4852 GOLD, Ocean Springs, Mississippi
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I feel like the whole world is spinning but I'm standing still.
How can I act fine,
when the way my mind's twisting I'm ill.
The air is breath seeing cold.
So sick and tired of doing what I'm told.
Please.Beat me with the brick of self-control.
Let me know that I'm alive. Because what I'm feeling isn't. Save me from myself before I lose what's real.
What I feel!
Let me know me know before I go so far away.
Let me hear you say I'm not crazy.

The author's comments:
I wrote this in about sixth grade. My english teacher told the class to write a poem aabout how we feel when we're mad. This was the outcome, it was my first poem. My teacher said it was good for my age.No wthat I look back on it, I was quite a angry child.

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emmy147852 said...
on Mar. 27 2009 at 10:25 pm
That was really amzing. So many metaphors for how you felt! aND SIXTH GRADE, YOU WERE LIKE TEWLVE! You must have been goin through a lot. Well, I'm glad you expressed it through poetry. That's alway a good outlet. :D Keep writing!

on Mar. 27 2009 at 3:00 am
splatterpunk PLATINUM, Phoenix, Arizona
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Hay that is awsome. angery or not. It wasn't so much anger as much as it was a cry for help. You used a form of figurative language that basicaly said that you were going nuts because of life. But you are an excellent writer Keep writing I realy like it.

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