Enough.
Imagine keeping a secret that nobody knows.
You will not sell,
because you are not, rumormonger.
Imagine holding a truth that no one believes.
You will not tell,
because you know, it's pointless.
Imagine bearing a pain that none understand.
You will not yell,
because you are different from that bunch of hypocrites,
whose masks you see through,
that their groaning are merely a show.
Could Oscar be appeasing, for these disingenuous plays?
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holy moly net!
ReplyDeleteI like this poem, but i like the one about "one thing i hate about poems is.." much2 more. PLEASE post it! I luv tat poem. I think it's very straight from the heart. Hehe.
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