| Writings of Kablija 6 |
| You make me sit here no movement allowed My friends around me dont make a sound Every day I try to do my best I stand up and am killed in your test. My heart tells me just be me My disposition sais I cannot be free Your stare penitrates me makes me hate who I am What is it everyone else seems to understand? Confusion and boredome fight over my mind No plans for the future will unwind I am human a terrible thought To be neurotic is what I am taught Joy is quashed Love is not real Why should I live? I cannot feel |
| Last night I cried Lost another fight The world is dead Where is the light? All sences are numb Smell, taste, sight My soul is hungry A hug, a bite Stored inside is rage of immense might Pride reigns dismissing all fright Everything matters to me even a hand's slight Hope is contained in tears I shead them tonight |
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| 5/11/1 |
| Poems I turned in for English extra credit. |
| STILL |
| TEARS |