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Believe me, there is an entire poem here.
You just can't see it.
Heck, I can't even see it to be honest with you.
Why?
Well because chances are I don't even know what to say,
Or I'm just choosing not to say anything.
Why?
Well because chances are that some one will just come along and contradict me,
Saying that I don't know what I'm saying---as usual.
Whatever.
I don't really care.
After all, I really AM just a childish, immature boy.
Who doesn't think before they speak.
That being said,
Do you see the words that are here?
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Believe me, there is an entire poem here.
You just can't see it.
Heck, I can't even see it to be honest with you.
Why?
Well because chances are I don't even know what to say,
Or I'm just choosing not to say anything.
Why?
Well because chances are that some one will just come along and contradict me,
Saying that I don't know what I'm saying---as usual.
Whatever.
I don't really care.
After all, I really AM just a childish, immature boy.
Who doesn't think before they speak.
That being said,
Do you see the words that are here?
Literature
Remember
When you think no one understands how you feel
When dreams is so much better than what's real
When you feel so alone
When you don't feel as strong as a stone
When your heart start bounding and you can't help it but to cry
And while you blow the candles on your birthdays you only wish to die
When you had enough of living, and you want to be gone
When you feel so sad, in the night until dawn
When you think that life isn't worth living
When you have a heart that is not willing
You have to remember that you're loved
Recall all the times you've got hugged
Remember the times you got called beautiful
Remember the times you got called wo
Literature
See Me
You don't see me
Because I don't let you
To protect myself
And to protect you
From the horrors of my mind
You say you can take it
That you can bear to hear
The trauma and the violence
But what if you can't?
And what if I,
In revealing to you my best kept secrets,
Traumatise myself further
Now that it's out in the open
For you to see
For you to judge
As disturbed
Literature
Poetry
If poetry is art,
shouldn't mine be better?
Shouldn't I be able to show off my artistic genes,
and accomplish my artistic dreams,
and not end up living off of cans of beans,
buying crappy used jeans,
because i'm living beyond my means?
Well, I certainly hope things don't turn out that way.
So I guess i'll make a living off of something with better pay.
I suppose i'd better start to pray,
That I do end up becoming a therapist one day.
At least I hope so.
'Cause this poem sucks.
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this is one brilliant way to explain what goes in many people's heads most of the day
namely mine
namely mine