I am a creative poet,
I wonder why the world is so cruel,
I hear all my dreams being destroyed,
I see my hope dissolving,
I want to lie in the arms of my sweet love,
I am a creative poet.
I pretend I can make a difference,
I feel hatred is really love, just the opposite extreme,
I touch the dreams that once were,
I worry for the health of my loved ones,
I cry when I think of my last love,
I am a creative poet.
I understand life is tough,
I say things will get better,
I dream of the day he will love me,
I try to make something of myself,
I hope luck will be on my side during life,
I am a creative poet.
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Everyone is different,
No two people are the same.
Yet we are all important
With a life, a face, a name.
We have our own
Do you see my beauty?
Look deeper than my skin
listen to my heartbeat
Deeper still within
Do you hear my beauty?
Listen closely
I am a creative poet,
I wonder why the world is so cruel,
I hear all my dreams being destroyed,
I see my hope dissolving,
Individuality is like a skyscraper
Many buildings in a city but only a few buildings stand out
Individuality is like a humpback
I march to the beat,
To my own drum.
Others point and laugh,
They think I am dumb.
I go where I want,
I do what I please.
I am
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