December 23, 2012
What is it that makes us real?
Is it what we see, or what we feel?
Could it be just the fact that we’re here?
Fighting for justice, fighting through fear.

Am I real because you see me?
Is this the was it has to be?
Because maybe I’m not real at all.
I’m just an answer to a silent call.
Am I a lie, that’s stuck in your mind?
If they looked for me, what would they find?

Am I lost, is that why no one cares?
Even when my soul to them I bare
Am I insignificant like the way I feel?
Or is it just because I don’t know how to be real?

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MonsterGirl2000 said...
Jan. 4, 2013 at 4:11 pm
very good!!
nightrunner23 replied...
Jan. 4, 2013 at 4:14 pm
Thanks you!!!
ILuvBritishBoys replied...
Jan. 8, 2013 at 11:44 am
Wow I love the way you write your poems. Ive just finished reading all of them and they are magnificent. This one is really very good:)  
kyramcn said...
Jan. 4, 2013 at 4:00 pm
This is awesome, I love it! Would you mind checking out some of my stuff :)
nightrunner23 replied...
Jan. 4, 2013 at 4:04 pm
No problem, I'll check you out now. The other poem of mine that I think you'll like is paradise.
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