You Make Me

by Jenny   Aug 9, 2004


Stomach starts to ache.
Hands start to shake.
You haunt me,
And make me so blind I can't see.
You take away my laughter,
Make people hate me after.
You take away my happiness,
Make me sad.
So bad sometimes, I forget how its like to be glad.
One day I'll over come you,
And have a clear view.

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