November 5, 2009
I'm sick and tired of cring
CAn't you see I'm dying?
My life is going to hell
It's like I'm under a spell
I wish things were all well
But there not
And I as Sit here criss-cross applesauce
I throw my arms in the air and shout
"Why doesn't anybody love me?"

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mellow_melon This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Dec. 7, 2009 at 5:43 pm
totally feel ya there.....nice poem short but good...as far as constrctive criticism goes, id check your spelling on some things
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