They act so real and
still I trust them.
What they tell people
are my secrets.
No one should know
they never liked me.
Once again I am alone
here in this trouble place.
No love, no peace just hate and sadness.
Why can't I find a true friend.
With love and kindness in them.
I will someday I don't know
when but I will.
- M
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PoetryI write all this peoms and I never know what to do with them so I will post them here. Hope you like them.
