In the morning she sings
In the night she cries
In the dawn she smiles
In the dusk she frowns
Who is that angel?
Beware the witch
Let’s go hang out tomorrow
If you weren’t such a bitch
You words are like sugar
Your eyes are filled with dread
I wish I knew you better
I hope you burn to the death
Those hobbies are cute
Those obsessions are weird
If you jump I’ll jump
I won’t waste my tears
I wonder why people believe
The same person can’t be more
Why the shell that defines me
Isn’t just a way of means
I wish I was happier
Like you want me to be
But I can’t do that for you
Because I’m just me
Because I’ll still be me
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Author:
No_one_special (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I don’t know why I wrote this really I’m feeling like I’m judged as two different people all the time, and I’m questioning on where others stand
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