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THEY WONT GET MY SMILE

July 13, 2019
By PAUL2004 BRONZE, Singapore, Other
PAUL2004 BRONZE, Singapore, Other
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THEY WONT GET IT
He stole from me and hit me
My parents asked that thing we gave you
Where is it?
My whole life people say
Don't complain about me
If you want to see the next day
So I say,
I lost it,
Forget it,
I will do my best to find it

THEY WONT GET IT
Call me irresponsible
Beat and Shout
Send me down a Spiral
I will finally tell the truth
This boy he knocked out my tooth
Upper Cut my Lower Gut
He took every single buck

THEY WONT GET IT
Call me a Liar
Words burn deep
Just like Fire
I've had enough of you
You're a little toot
Is this how I brought you up?
You don't deserve to got to church?
You are the Devil now Shut Up
You are an Altar Boy no more
Your friends corrupt you more and more
Everything you got
You don't deserve
All this food I bought
To you I wont Serve

THEY WONT GET IT
You were never there for me!
My friends they loved me!
Jesus Loved me!
Now that is a Father
Not a sick old man
Who calls his wife a F*er
I made excuses for you my whole life
I only stayed for my Mother and Brother
But you only struck fear
I have never cared for myself
I learnt that everyone else's suffering was worse
So i had to help those who could not help themselves
But now I know it is time to help myself
I'm your Son no more
Now once again
Call me a freaking sore

THEY WONT GET IT
An evil boy stole from me
This boy was huge
But even at home
I find no refuge
On Eagle's wings I try to fly
But their  sharp pinions strike me
Right in the eye

THEY WONT GET IT
All they see,
Big Smiles,
Big Hugs,
Funny guy,
A good guy,
He must be happy,
He is always at church
He must be Funny,
I've heard his jokes,
Look at what he can do,
All his talents

THEY WONT GET IT,
Jesus is my refuge,
But sometimes I can't see him,
So in Panic, 
I visit the Holy Attic,
My jokes,
A product of depression,
The sound of my Guitar,
My only escape,
Not even Gabriel,
Not even Michael,
Just maybe Raphael,
Can pull me from this ditch,
Hey this kid is kind,
Its because he gives,
What he has never got

They wont get it...
The day I speak up,
I won't be able to,
For to humiliate my father,
I have no heart to do,
To see this boy in Jail,
His mum's tears,
I can never wipe

Just live,
Try to Survive,
All you got to show...
Big Smiles


The author's comments:

Paul is just a Teenager. He body faces life like a normal teen. But his eyes sees the world like a poet. He sees every detail as a beauty that God created with utmost concentration and he knows that he wants to understand and write about everything even though everything may not be good to him. He wants to love everyone so he writes his hate down. He understands that Poetry is a Long Winded Art, but this is The Art he knows he wants to Master. This is what he wants to do in life. If nobody knows Paul, then let it be known that he is a Thinker. And Paul thinks deep. Paul just wants people to embrace their emotions, negative or positive by making it an art and that is why he has decided to finally show the world his poems, Each on a day he felt differently.


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