Some nights

by michelle   Jan 10, 2007


Some nights i find,
myself awake,
thinking of people,
and the things i hate.

I sit and cry,
and wonder how,
it got as bad,
as to think this now.

the things Ive dealt with,
in the past,
the horrible memories,
and scars that last.

i don't understand,
the reasons why,
people get pleasure,
from the tears i cry.

nasty names called,
only so much i can take,
before i crack up,
and decide to break.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Elena

    Dont lesson 2 the people that call you names... people that talk about u jest want 2 have your life or jest want 2 be like you... so when you see that people are saying things jest think 2 your self dammm they jest want 2 be like me.... good job i loved your poems come see mines and comment them..

  • 17 years ago

    by A New Beginning

    Great job. keep it up.