Inside

September 14, 2009
So much inside
wish i could just cry
but why
who am i to complain
im not the only one in the world with pain
broken hearts and unmended spirits
someone's speaking to me but its hard to hear it
quiet is the world
full of boys and girls
non stop swirl
of emotion
and endless feeling
the world is an orange that im supposed to be peeling
im dealing with my gifts,
gifts and curses
my mind is a jumble of thoughts like ladies' purses
but the worst is,
im lost,
going through it alone,
sitting here writing a stupid poem.





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