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Jul 2015 · 438
Music
E'lyna Do Jul 2015
Music can be expressed,
In many different ways.
It can be as happy,
As a bright summer day,
Or it can be depressing,
Like the cold winter season.
The words might be angry,
Like a raging thunderstorm,
But it will calm down eventually,
And a rainbow will appear.
The tune can be as gentle,
As a feather falling down,
Or it can be fast and strong,
Like a cheetah catching it’s prey.
Music can help you,
to express how you feel.
It will always be there,
Whenever you need it.
Jun 2015 · 1.3k
Am I a Toy to You?
E'lyna Do Jun 2015
I feel like I'm your toy,
When you're bored and want to play.
You come to me to have fun,
So I can complete your day.

I don't want to have fun with you,
But you force me to do so,
And I know that you think it's amusing,
But I just want to say no.

So listen to me, listen closely.
Or else you won't know what I have to say.
Listen to me, listen now,
For I might just ruin your day.

I am not a toy, I am your friend,
So stop treating me like one.
Do not come to me when you’re bored or you’re tired,
Cause I'm not the only source of your fun.

Did you hear that right?
Cause I know you don't listen.
I'll repeat it again,
So that you can learn your lesson.

I am your friend, not a toy,
And that's all I'll ever be.
If you keep on doing this,
You'll just be torturing me.

Remember these words,
Remember all of them,
Cause if you don't,
I'll never be the same again.
Jun 2015 · 281
The Shadow in the Corner
E'lyna Do Jun 2015
My life has started taking,
A deep, dark turn.
And I’ve been crying so much cause of this.
It’s like a never going-away burn.

I’m starting to see the pain,
Of being forever perfect,
Or the pain of losing that one friend,
Or just being a silhouette.

My grades starts going down,
And my parents get mad.
They become disappointed,
And I get sad.

I go to school the next day,
Hoping to get cheered up.
But my friends don’t approach me,
And it’s like I’m in the “Loners’ club.”

I try to talk to my friends,
But they find me too boring,
Then they talk to others instead,
And my tears start invisibly pouring.

Some others try to talk to me,
But, I come off as awkward.
Then, I feel as though,
They’d rather be stuffed in a locker.

I try to walk alone in thought,
But it’s just so depressing.
I just want a friend that stays through all,
Instead of someone that will leave in just a second.

My life is just like,
A shadow in a corner.
I’m stuck there for a while,
And my life is full of horror.

No one cares about it,
And no one notices it,
But it notices so much,
And it just stays there and sit.

It’s quiet and dark,
But has so much emotion.
It wants light and love,
Because inside it's terribly broken.

— The End —