Open Poetry #29 |
Haunted Past |
the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
I remember the days When I was a loner And was shy And it wasn't easy for me To make friends I wasn't wanted by the boys All the boys could do Was hurt and humiliate me And act like they didn't Do anything wrong to me And it hurts when Your nickname would be Shamu or even worse They tell you when you wear a dress You are wearing a shower curtain And the way people take off With your belongings And say they didn't do it When you have witnesses That said they did In the past I was not Treated with respect Or dignity But now in the presant I am treated better Than I ever was Back then In the past But still the memories Are still there And they still haunt me To this day Cold hands means a warm heart [This message has been edited by the_loner_23 (10-17-2003 10:55 PM).] |
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ThunderMage Senior Member
since 2002-06-20
Posts 812Canada |
Memories, both good and bad, never die. What is life without poetry and adventure? |
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