| Shattered Image | ||||||
| I wrote this poem in sixth grade. . .Damn I need to learn how to think up decent titles. . . | ||||||
| There's this guy I know, I see him every day. He's horrible, terrible- the worst in every way. Nobody likes him And Nobody should. It's his fault his girlfriend died, Now he's alone for good. What a worthless waste of space, This guy deserves to die. He's done enough damage, He should say good-bye. Everyone around him is unhappy as can be- his mom, his dad, his peers... and most of all... me! I hate him with the deepest of hatreds, unspoken; I hit him in the face... and now the mirror is broken. |
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