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poem of loneliness, and fear. we were told to write an emotional poem in my class |
| Life isn's worth it, With this fear that I feel. Death creeps on me Trembling, Then kneel Society tries to tell me I am never worh it, With this blade in my hand The pressure is ever rising. Though death brings the unknown It's better then being alone. There is rejection of me everyday My beliefs My looks My actions My talents I am never good enough So I sit til death does part me From this life I live, From this fear of loneliness |