Without
By BitterPill
There are those of you, who think you know pain. That I have no reason, no rhyme or shame. You haven't a clue as to who I am, Most of you, don't even give a damn. I've read poetry from fashion to passion, over and again once more. My comments made on the poetry, were of my own personal lore. I'm just a mere kid, 14 years of age. I'm full of anger, full of rage. You say it's wrong for me to judge, but that's exactly what you've done to me. I have the right to state my opinions, that's the complete reality. So go ahead, say what you like, Call me pathetic or degenerate. Cause when all is said and all is done, you're the ones who look illiterate. Written October 12th, 2001 © on Oct 11 2001 11:59 PM PST 0 • 1
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