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A mind is not only a mind,

But a hollow, psycological crater.

It screams for you,

To be filled with blood, creativity, and affection.

But that's the difference between you and I;

We both have minds,

You choose not to use yours to its full ability.

I cannot change you.

You may do as you please.

But I don't think you realize

You have a choice.

You're dead already

Before you've had a chance to live.

Am I wrong to allow it?

Is there somthing I could do?

No one could fix you

If there's nothing to fix.

Author's Note

I don't know what to call it.

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

I'm not quite sure about this poem; I mean, I've enjoyed the intense emotions you extrovert but I find myself feeling rather offended by this for personal reasons. Nonetheless, it's none of my business to be ranting.
Anyhoo, the strength is strong and the ending is just.. How to put, intense? I'm not sure.

[xxxrawr_friendxxx]

Nooooooo sorry I didn't mean to offend you :'O I wrote this when I was angry at someone. I'm sorry D:

[Tai Ryens]

I could tell you were angry by the words, and I may have misused the word 'offended.' Perhaps 'hurt,' is a better word to describe. Don't worry, don't be sorry.