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The UnknownLife is unknown,
to much confusion,
are we even alone?
when the sun shines down,
how do we know,
if it is even true?
the government likes to hide,
all those secrets now,
how do we know that life is just a lie?
all of us,
when do we get enough?
i herd we get freedom,
but i feel like this is prison,
we aren't equal,
they'res always some one above,
is any even listening?
are colors even colors,
is the grass even green or skies blue,
or is it what we are programmed to do?
aliens, mermaids, and magic,
people think they're fake but are they really,
the people who believe and had prove are what people consider sick.
is life what is cracked up to be,
or even more?
say what you want and say what you will,
but this what i believe,
for forever and still,
to me life is a dream.
Emo Poem #2: Transformation.I feel like two souls trapped in one,
Bri and Faith,
Because of this war is done,
It is like a race.
As my depression builds Faith starts to come,
When happiness comes the guilt brings Bri,
There's nothing wrong with me but one,
I feel like I am changing as you see,
I have no disorder this is just how I feel,
Who I used to be and who i might become,
Qne day I will be one to seal the deal,
But who will win this one?
Faith is tired of hiding in the shadows,
She's tired of being mistreated,
Because her heart is stabbed by arrows,
Any more and her wish will be completed.
And there's Bri who is way too nice,
She changes her mind a lot,
But she was being bullied by those wicked mice,
As her soul is begining to rot.
Yes we will see who is to win,
Right now I'm Bri but Faith is building,
As Bri's happiness grows thin,
Soon I will be one as my soul is wilting.
My thoughts on depression.I want the pain away,
yet more pain to stay.
Memories back in my head,
that caused my dis pare my weakness,
I try to get away by sleeping in bed.
The memories soon overpower,
causing more thoughts of my restlessness,
soon I try to wash it away with another shower.
Soon I listen to the memories,
the laughter the hatred the madness,
thus bringing me to my knees.
Why must I be judged for being me,
for showing happiness,
my eyes soon clogged by the salty sea.
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