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by Stephenie Jun 29, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / other
Call this home? I call this hell Say its nice Here where i dwell Trees grow rich Then wither away I was once a kid I never learned to run and play See this smile I tape it on Everyday From dusk till dawn No one liked This little girl Turned away Her hair in curls They whispered Behind her back They laughed She soon lost track Days slurred into months Months to years She got her friends They brought her tears Lost them all She moved away No more friends No where to play She grew up fast Getting lost in her books Soaring to happier places Tall grass and bubbling brooks Deep in her mind She knew she wasn't the same No one understood her Alone she played her games Teenaged years Picked her off her feet Losing her mind In the summer heat The time then came To move again This house is cold Remember when? Her friend are gone Her life fails She reads her books Of fairy tails She's too smart For boys at school They laugh at her And act so cruel Shes all alone Alone to stay Alone forever To this very day From dusk till dawn.
by Cynthia
Good Poems. I like the Title "from dusk 'til dawn"