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 Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 6:17 am
The eyes of misery
So this is it;
and now I see,
What it's like to dance with misery.
To see through eyes of fear and hate,
to find my smile now replaced.
With burning lies and gritting teeth,
there’s a demon screaming inside me.
I cannot continue any more,
I'm not what you really think I'm for.
I'm tired of being the toy,
the one you slowly destroy,
A weak tool for your psychotic joy.
A tired, pathetic little boy.
Let's take a minute to think of me,
Lets look through the eyes of misery.
Let's trace it back to where it all went wrong,
and let's learn to sing the saddest of songs
Don't get me wrong, I'm not giving up.
Even though everything is now corrupt.
I cannot breathe, I'm dying on lies,
But you don't care, looking through misery's eyes.
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 10:28 pm
I can totally relate to this poem and I thought your emotions came in clearly but I felt it could be more fluent.
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