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It's nice to know that people
are people .... all the same
They aren't known by a colour
They're just people...all the same
It used to be that people
Were coloured...that's not right
Chinese folks were yellow
And I was known as white
A man born in Africa
Was black...and that was it
Indians were known as red
That colour doesn't fit
But now...people are people
I think it's great ...don't you?
But I cannot help but wonder
Why is it I feel blue?
 Dec 2013 Leannán
Megan Grace
I don't know how
to be friends with
you when simply
watching you talk
to other people
hurts my head.
today I am especially not okay.
 Dec 2013 Leannán
Megan Grace
the other night
you said you
claim
me- and vise
versa- but tell
me how you
can call
someone your
own but also
not want them?
 Dec 2013 Leannán
Ironatmosphere
I don’t let people in
I am my own therapist
No one gets to see the inside of this emotional carcass

My secrets are guarded
By seemingly logical thoughts
They can’t escape through my sewn together lips
Even if I would want them to

I am my own therapist
I don’t let people in
*ever

— The End —