December 19, 2009
I am the apple with the rotting side,

the sweater with an unraveling sleeve.
I am the sick puppy at the pound,

the pen that never writes.

I am what nobody wants.
Not even myself.

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sonnysulouff This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jan. 26, 2010 at 4:33 pm
Short, sweet, and to the point, but it conveys that feeling so well... and i totally understand what you mean in this poem... great job! :)
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