Smiles on the outside, that always fools them.
Laughter and joy is what feeds them;
Lies.
Their faces burn into my skull.
My memory prays for them all to be erased;
Gone.
So why is it not that easy?
Why doesn't anything work out how I want?
Maybe if I keep praying it will all change,
Because I've been needing it to;
Change.
Yeah, I kinda quick-wrote that. That seems to be the only time I can get poems or anything else out, is when I press myself for time and get inspiration. I think that's why I wait so long to turn in papers and such for English. Because it takes me forever to be inspired.
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- My name is Danielle, yet people always tend to call me everything other than that. I'm seventeen years old and a junior in nhs. I hope to graduate and attend college in the next five years (hopefully PENN State) and major in Psychology while minoring in some Human Resources. I'm quiet and very intune with my beliefs and approach on life and I hope to experience plenty more things so that I can grow even more as a person.
this poem is great. you're a great writer.
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