Who I have been
Life was happy when I was young
when I would cry my mother sung
now I live to be myself
with many things upon my shelf
I am not alone, not anymore
I will not accept that I am a bore
helping sothers is not enough
there are too many people dealing with sad stuff
but I do what I can to be of use
to stop anyone near me from needing a noose.
This poem is about:
Me
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