My Weapon 3-22-05

by Amanda Clayburn   Jan 1, 2006


My weapon is always around
I carry it when I’m awake
I even carry it in my nightmares
The teachers can’t find it
Cause I will make it disappear
My weapon carries of whom I am
The shadow be hide closed doors
The cover blanket to make me disappear
I’m strong with it and with out
Once in while look up in your ceiling
All you could see is black
Cause you have no weapon
My weapon can trick you
Find every corners of a circle
The hate that you put me through
The weapon can even carry you

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