|Teen Poetry #1|
since 1999-08-16Posts 43
he thinks hes so hot,hes not.
he sits on his throne encrusted with jewels and looks down at me with stone cold lifeless eyes mocking me becouse he know he controls me.
i stare at him and wish i could burn a hole through his head.
who does he think he is?
i hate him-yet i dont.
i will never admitt my true feelings to him becouse i know he can never understand.
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