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I got this poem published....emo I guess

Sorrowful tears falling from the my eyes,
Like rain falling from the sky.
Dreadful thoughts jumbled in my head,
Like a tornado thats about to make me dead.

I keep these things hidden inside,
Hoping nobody will find them.
Hatred is a an awful feeling,
especally when you feel it towards the world and everyone in it.

Often I wish I diden't have to think these thoughts;
or feel these feelings.
But I guess I just do,
I'll just have to follow threw.

Sometimes I feel so left-out,
that I want scream and shout.
Sometimes I feel so empty,
that I want to flee.

Why do you think I feel this way?

Reviews

[jodi sharp]

honest write. it really lets people see you