I stand here as they pass me by
No hellos and never goodbye
I stand as they walk on by
The hours fill with boredom and lies
I watch as they run on by
They scream, howl, and cry
I'm unaffected as they skip on by
The children don't know any better
This place is one of great hope and at the same time sadness
You'd never want to be here willingly
Who am I?
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Author:
Voicesecho88 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My walls are white is the hint. Guess xD
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Comments1
Thought provoking write.
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