Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

January 1, 2009

by Esperanza

You tell me that I'm a child
and will never grow up
You tell me I have no voice, no choice
Who cares though luck
You tell me I'm always wrong,
you're always right
You try to tear me down,
but realize the more you do,
the more you see it's wrong
You tell me I can't when I already have
I shouldn't when you know I'll do it
You can't win, neither can I
Hey, the world isn't fair
You have no choice, no voice, who cares,
though luck...

1 comment:

  1. omg thats was really really good it kinda sounds like a mother tell u what to do btu then she says that you can't do anything good work

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