Stolen
When they smile I look away,
'Cause it's hard knowing what they did that day.
When they speak I don't speak back,
They don't deserve friends to watch their back.
When they frown I laugh inside,
Who are they to hurt my pride?
When they laugh the tears will spring,
Into my eyes, they'll hurt and sting.
When they talk to their friends,
I hate to think that is the end.
They do have everything I always needed,
Friends, happiness, and I begged and pleaded.
Hopes and dreams they also had,
It is this that made me mad.
Because who are they to steal my pride?
They stole my love from under my eyes.
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Poetry
PoetryYeah, so. I decided to write a poem. Then I wrote more. And more. And I decided I quite liked the feel of writing any sick, twisted rhyme I wanted. So, here they are.
