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"Why me?"
She sits in the corner of her room
Crying and
Slowly dying
"Is it even worth it?"
Should she end it?
One of my old poems:
My heart grows colder
My body grows harder
My hair grows longer
The days grow darker
Look back and find
I'm standing alone again
And I come to discover
People are starving
Becoming homeless and dying
We got to make a change
By making a committee we can arrange
I want to give freedom!
I want to give it now
To the African child
thrust into warfare at random
to the the millions starving men, women, and children
to the thousands of kids
I understand why you "believe."
We humans long for control. Desperately we seek it, always, but most when we have lost what little control we had and are left with none.
"God" is a defense mechanism.
How much do I love you?
How much do you care?
What I would do for just your kiss and your stare?
These questions frequently run through my mind.
Sometimes it scares me, I wish I could hide.
