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A Short Book of Poetry
These poems have been drawn from what i've experienced within the last few months.
Chapter 1: The Coworker I hate you and I don’t know why
Something about your voice makes me want to cry
It screechy and annoying and it makes my skin crawl
I really don’t know why your jokes would rather make me bawl
You haven’t done anything bad there’s just something about you
That annoys me to my core, I can’t take it anymore…
I QUIT
Everyone has two selves
Self number one and self number two
Self number one is real
Self number two is virtual
Self number one is imperfect
Self number two is perfectly portrayed
Self number one makes mistakes
Self number two makes typos
Self number one has a family
Self number two has followers
Self number one needs approval
And so does self number two
The best poetry
Comes from your soul
If you draw out the passion
From your most deepest experiences
You can paint it then
Into beautiful art
What a happy little girl everyone thought Susie was
She was pretty and peppy and sharp as a whip
She did every job well with never a fit
Smiley little Susie, everyone said, what could be wrong with her?
She doesn’t know any struggle, I mean just look at the way she skips
But little did they all know little Susie had been tripped
Tripped by someone who she thought she was her friend, someone who she trusted
They took her skip away and left her on the ground, pants ripped, jaw busted
She walked around hallways, in restaurants, and through doors
In the cold shell of Susie with nothing inside anymore
On the outside she really did look the same
But on the inside she felt nothing, not even pain
This poem may sound corny and a little cliche
But stuff like this happens to girls like you, like me everyday

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