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I’ve been mistaken As the chosen one. I’m not a role model. You’re surrounded by love, And I’m surrounded by none. Your eyes and ears wide Open, Mines has never begun, To open and spread. I feel lonely and dead. I feel chastised in the head. No milk or bread. Mama left me no choice But to go chase this bread. Poison ink, And pencil led, Notebook paper, And eyes that’s red. A hungry soul that needs to be fed. My mind, Seems to be ahead of the average teen. No I’m not trying to be Mean, I just have a guilty Heart From what my Weary eyes has seen. I’m not dead, Just been mistaken, From the wrong way I’ve been lead. -Marci H.
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Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 8:28 PM UTC
Wrong Way
I’ve been mistaken As the chosen one. I’m not a role model. You’re surrounded by love, And I’m surrounded by none. Your eyes and ears wide Open, Mines has never begun, To open and spread. I feel lonely and dead. I feel chastised in the head. No milk or bread. Mama left me no choice But to go chase this bread. Poison ink, And pencil led, Notebook paper, And eyes that’s red. A hungry soul that needs to be fed. My mind, Seems to be ahead of the average teen. No I’m not trying to be Mean, I just have a guilty Heart From what my Weary eyes has seen. I’m not dead, Just been mistaken, From the wrong way I’ve been lead. -Marci H.
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Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 8:28 PM UTC
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