I feel like a panda
All the time
Warm and fuzzy
Black and white
There's no gray area to me
So I'm simple to find
Though I look quite cute
I'm ferocious on the inside
Don't mess with my family
You'll be gone in a flash
Let me eat my bamboo
You'll be my best friend
I like being simple
I have energy galore
But my kind is few
There aren't many more
I feel like a panda
All the time
I'm so alive
Yet my species slowly dies
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Poetry for the Lost, the Broken, and the Wounded
PoetryPoems that I write all the time. Some of my friends told me to post them. This poetry is to explain to people something they'll never truly understand unless it happens to them. A word hurts like a thousand knives. Even when you've always been stron...
