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Thomas Jun 2016
I am done,
I give up,
I hate your words,
I hate your looks,
Mocking me every time you smile,
I hate when you talk to me,
I'd rather hear nothing than yours,
I'll probably regret saying that soon enough,
But not now.
It's a poem
Thomas Jun 2016
I want to be anywhere but here,
I have accumulated a lot of fear,
Here in this unforgiving world,
You won't ever see me shed a tear when I leave,

You'll hear a giant sigh of relief,
I'll watch you from above,
Rambling about how you regret what you've done,

O dear! You'll say in fear of me coming back,
Don't worry I won't come back to sneer at you,

People who called me a quire will forget,
But I'll steer them to remember me,
So in my final words I'll say,

"All who fear,
All who shed a tear,
All who would love to be freer,
All who don't sneer,
All who seek sheer power,
You will be remembered by me."
It's a poem
Thomas Jun 2016
Here my shout,
In my mind,
Hear me scream at you,
But you'll never hear,
Advocate my opinion,
But really you control it,
Hear my pleas,
You hear go on,
Hear me speak with pride,
When your not around,
It's a poem
Thomas Jun 2016
***** life and all its pain,
I try to grasp life by its mane,
I want to be lane on a slab,
Just don't tell my mother Jane,

I look in the mirror and see happiness drain,
As if all the effort I put into it is was vain,

I cry as I remember why I crane my neck,
I look at the train as it is in front of me.
It's a poem
Thomas Jun 2016
Solum faces,
Sold out concerts,
A pack of 6 cases,
I look at her and she flirts,
I tie up my laces,
He looks around and picks up the dirts,
I try to look for traces,
I put on some shirts,
I think of all the places,
That they could be
It's a poem
Thomas Jun 2016
There was a man,
No one payed heed too,
They would walk by unknowing, uncaring,
They walked by him everyday,
Until they saw him stand on a stage,
They heard him talk,
They listened to what he said and passed it on,
Soon the man was famous in the world,
Soon the man was voted,
Soon this man would become the president,
Soon the man would change the world.
It's a poem

This is not a reference to Donald Trump (I (being a Canadian) don't really like him that much) nor do I like Hillary (sorry)).
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