Every day I wake up and I look out the window
Every day I hope that some one will call
Every day I think that maybe I've changed
But everyday I look around and im still the same
Im the same person that people hate
Im the same person that i thought was great
Im the same person that Ive always been
Im the person who has no friends
Comments on this poem/writing:
|emerald (220.127.116.11) -- Tuesday, February 3 2004, 03:12 am|
I know how ur feeling the poem touch me a lot keep up expressing ur emotions it helps.
|Alexis Sweet (18.104.22.168) -- Wednesday, September 8 2010, 10:37 pm|
could not have put it ANY better I look forward to finding more of your words very well expressed.
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