You
You ask me why,
I seem to cry,
When they're around
You ask me why,
I can't give you what you want
I will never be,
What you find you need
I will never seek,
To feed your pleasure fiend
I will never be,
What you think you need
I never seem to find the light,
While others see clearly in the dark
I'll never be able to shine,
The past is to close to forget
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My Dark Friend-A Book Of Poems
PoetryJust some pathetic poems I've been writing for awhile.