another rhyme

March 8, 2011
By , champaign, IL
I look in the mirror and see

What has become of me.
I stare at a blank page

Slowly filling with rage.
My entire life was a lie

My mother, only wishing to die.
A blank wall fills me

With surprises and glee.
Pictures of nothing, I want to burn

My freedom, something, I must earn.
A lyric and rhyme

Puts away my time.
Something good will be

Coming to set me free.
I question myself

Putting my last book on the shelf.

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