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All around me are friendly faces.
Memorable places.
Caring faces...
Close to me, they won't let me go.
My words fill up their minds.
Care is all they give.
Dreams are full of fright and death.
Those of which are mine.
Friends close to me.
Won't let me go.
Childhood times were troubling in the present.
Every birthday got worse and worse.
Less and less friendly faces.
The mind keeps eyes on deep, hidden depression.
Those friendly faces that listen think of it as a troubled, in-need mind.
All that I see it as is a...
Mad mind.
- by Knight Metawraith |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/16/2009 |
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- Title: Mad Mind
- Artist: Knight Metawraith
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Description:
The title and the poem is, in a way, based off of "Mad World". I am making this description with no idea about how I will write this poem. Please comment on it. Don't feel bad for me, please... Oh, by the way, the "childhood" line is referring to how I was rejected by almost the entire school, including staff, for my life grades K through 6th... It still haunts me, that's what that line is saying.
Not the best of my work... - Date: 09/16/2009
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Comments (3 Comments)
- Purin-chii - 09/23/2009
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awww :[
That's kinda sad to be rejected ; ^;
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- Chipmunkbitch - 09/23/2009
- thast amazing! i really like it it kinda speaks about me watchign the wolrd i can totally relate!
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- ii-MidnightAngel-ii - 09/16/2009
- O.O wow, 5/5
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