Poetry by Beth
I thought I would share some of the poetry I write with the people who visit my webpage. Please do not steal my work! I'll update the poem as often as I can.
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Crying though I don't know
what about
Hurting in my head
And I'm scared
Nothing is part of me
I'm scared
I think I was wrong
I should've never tried
No more life for me
I live for other human
beings
I don't know why
Everything is at risk
And I cry
I'm not functioning
Through this haze
And this life is nothing
to me
It's a cover
I'm a servant to others
I am no one's property
But I cry
Because I'm hopeless
And maybe worthless
I'm not perfect
I'm not even good
If I were a machine
I'd be obsolete
And the longer it
goes on
The more scared I become
I always cry in lonesome
circles
Because no one understands
They want me to obey
They want me to be
Someone I'm not
Like the obsolete
Running scared
Through my dreams
That do not exist
That I wish would
I don't care
I just want to do
my own thing
And not feel like
a thing
I'm at the mercy
Of the human race
I don't like my odds
Written in January 2001
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Beth a.k.a. Bffer
Washington, Pennsylvania
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Copyright � 1997-2001Beth a.k.a. Bffer
Revised- February 20, 2001
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