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Created on: April 06, 2009
Please don't pity me
my past is tough,
A painful tick you cant shake
I'm stronger now
cant you see?
I'm Young and I'm strong
The mistakes others have made formed me
Inspired me to never be like you
Thank you.
If its in my blood then I'll drain
myself
And I'll fill myself with something Beautiful.
Something Useful, something vital
I'll be the candle lit and shining in the gray haze
My past was painful
I am no longer filled with that pain
Unless it is your looking for it
if you dig inside me
You will find it.
Oh if you want to heal me
Then love me.
Children laughing with there mothers
reminds me of unseen neglect
I didn't see it.
Something higher then us all,
Protected me.
and held on to me,
when nobody else was looking.
Made me grow,made live.
The brown shimmer in my eyes
faded,
My eyes shine green today
I shed the darkness in my life.
I'm older now.
My skin is thicker
and my heart forgives
I wont forget what still lingers in my trust.
I'll kiss away your pain
Will you kiss away mine?
Will you show me that I wont be forgotten?
I'll annoy you I'll piss you off
I'll wish you no pain
but i will cause it anyway.
I didn't have youth
I had adulthood
I had fear
confusion.
I've been stepped on
My shoes step on the cold earth
My hopes as high
as the tallest buildings
My love is the brightest of all colors.
And my fingers will trace your smile
I wont forget
but I will be better.
I turn and I shut the door on the past.
I have people who love me.
I'm happy now.
Don't pity me.
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