I tend to be a pretty emotional person, and I find that the need to be heard is almost as overwhelming as losing your voice in this world. Poetry is one of my outlets. I enjoy when people understand my words, relate to them, and find inspiration. As long as I know there is someone out there reading my mind, I am content with baring it.
Something’s coming over me
And its bitter to the world
I really find it hard to believe
That my ignorance will return
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People want drama
They like to believe the lie
And based on that
You'll never change their mind
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Did I kill someone
Did I steal
Did I call you out your name
Its Satan that makes you feel
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