I remember every assult,
every insult,
everything you've said,
... everything you've done.
I remember all the times,
I've cried over a dime.
Everything is not what it appers,
when the mask comes down.
Through thick,
and through thin,
through sadness and anger,
through you.
I remember.
What about you?
YOU ARE READING
Poems
Teen FictionLost my insperation. I doubt that I will be publishing any more poems but thanks for reading this.