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Sarah S Jul 2021
You think that people are mirthless
But you, you are mostly worthless

I hate the way you run.
(Dun.)
I hate the way you hang.
(You are like a tang.)
I hate the way you love.
(You do it like a dove.)

You find that people are grateful
But you, you are mostly hateful

I hate the way you have no care,
Spreading your style everywhere.
(You're like a style fountain.
Enough "zazz" for a whole mountain.)

You think so many people are broody
But you, you are mostly moody

You're not the perfect person.
(You could be the worst one.)

You find so many people are Mirthless
But you, you are mostly Worthless

Worthless, hateful and Boring.
(Moody and Pessimistic too)
Are the qualities of you- (me)!

You find so many People are Grateful
But you, you are mostly hateful!
Sarah S Dec 2019
I don’t know who I am, but
I do know that a mistake will
Define you!

Sometimes I wish that I can find
The pieces of my life lost
In the deep blue sea;
Waiting to be discovered
Over the ******* that conceals
The hidden meaning of my existence-

Freshman year was a pain-
I am that LONELY girl
That walks the halls,
The name that everyone FORGETS,
The memory that is LEFT to fade,
And the girl that goes UNNOTICED;
Until an ERROR is made-

As a young girl trying to find my place
In this world can easily be deceived
From what I thought was love-
Quick to the looks without even viewing within:
Little did I know that
Love was the beginning of something “more”;
He was like me, but charming and full of desires.
I surrendered my dignity
My value and everything that makes me- me.
His eyes quick to the fame without
Even thinking of what the impacts might be,
He made me his game to win the prize of fame.
I was the VICTIM of his foolish games!

People view me as if I was on the front page
of a magazine;
All of a sudden
I am the ***** that
Walks the halls,
The name everyone RECALLS,
The memory that will NEVER fade,
And the girl that is always PORTRAYED-

Sometimes I want to be alone ;
Far from the chaos
That lurks within,
I wish to stop thinking.
I do not understand how people
Can tell my story without even knowing the context within!

My identity was formed, by
The wickedness of others-
They call it “freedom of speech”,
But little do they know that came straight out of CRUELTY!

— The End —