The Pain

October 10, 2010
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The days
Are long and endless
The hours
Tick by slowly
The minutes
Are uncomfortable
Why do I suffer?
Do I truly have a choice?
What can I do?
No good can come
To wasting away
A room
And me
How I wish to speak out
Yet I can’t find the words
The glares
You think I do not see:
Why do they bother me so?
Still I kept quiet
And wait
Soon you will regret
Soon you will see who I really am
When your judgment comes
My tears will finally be dry.
Till then I waste away
The days
The hours
The minutes

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