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• I came into existance!
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Friday, December 17, 2004
Erm, yeah
Thanks to all those people who commented last time. I don't know what to say today, because, well, it would take me forever to say the things I wanted to. So instead, I wrote a poem. It's really bad (never been too good at poetry), but there you are. Thanks if you read it!
~*One, The Other, Another, and I*~
One thinks no more of life than the next,
Thinks of it as a waste of time,
And troubles fill her mind,
But still she smiles, as though nothing is wrong.
She does not say the words that fill her mind,
The thoughts that trouble her,
But inside that smile is emptiness,
Hollow and perhaps weakness,
Anger and frustration.
The Other thinks only of herself,
And in her mind she rules her kingdom,
She is herself but everyone is her follower,
And no matter how she tries,
There is no one there but her.
Although she fills her world,
With fluffy thoughts and 'friends',
Her world is empty of reality,
For she puts up a sheild,
Protecting her from the pain of reality.
And Another thinks selflessly,
Troubles filling her mind,
But yet she does not speak,
She keeps quiet for others happiness,
Yet they can sense her thoughts,
Her sadness, she will not speak of.
She will not risk their happiness,
In return for hers,
But her mind is changing,
Being dented by the world around her,
By the stubborn thinking of the world,
Horrors fill her mind,
But perhaps she does not know it.
And I.
I am the one writing this,
And there is no description to describe me.
I am happy;
When by people that I love.
Sad when alone,
But I cannot seem to make those that I love happy,
Although I can sense it.
Perhaps I am the bad one.
For I cannot help us.
We are falling,
falling into the everlasting circle of hatred.
There is no way to stop it,
Although I can see it.
I feel sorry,
It seems as though I have taken
Much more than just one precious thing,
It feels as though I have taken my friends' happiness
In return for my own
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