"What am I doing here?", I interrogate,
I don't want to be here, I don't want to wait.
This whole crowd of girls, kids, and guys,
Full of mischief, hate, and pretty white lies.
In this crowd of darkness, I always drown,
Their hateful words like chains, dragging me down.
Their eyes that shine, shoot daggers and knives
Staring here and there and taking innocent lives.
Don't let them touch you, for they will kill,
When you see them, run, don't just stand still.
They hide behind humble and loving faces,
But they hate and discriminate against all races.
They'll fool you with a nice word or two,
Then take over full advantage of you.
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Poems For The Sad Soul
PoetryTake my hand, come with me, I have something interesting for you to see. Poems here and poems there, Poems and books everywhere. Filled with dreams and filled with tears, Sometimes hopes and sometimes fears. So take my hand there's so much to see, ...
