So much hatred, so much wrath,
What did I do for you to act like that?
I just wanted some friends, even one would do,
But instead I got left, like an old worn out shoe.
I'm not one to back down, even when I should,
Is this why I'm treated poorly, 'cause I'm misunderstood?
If you get past my passion and see the real me,
I am a nice person, it's true, please trust me!
I don't open up, 'cause people cause pain
Once they know your weakness, it's all just a game
Just a matter of time 'till they cut you down, minutes to seconds time runs out.
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The Personal Poems of a Personified PoetPoetry
I write poems to relieve stress, anxiety, depression. I write for others too. When they need to hear something but the words won't flow, I write and have something to show.