The Ridiculous GameA Poem by While the blossoms still cling
The rain pattered on the wall
I tried to stand tall The screaming, the tears The same after all these years Why can't they see What this has done to me? Can't they understand my pain And stop this ridiculous game? "Do it for the children" I've heard others say It would be nice if it was that way But I don't want to stay here Watch me disappear..
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1 Review Added on June 27, 2012 Last Updated on June 27, 2012 AuthorWhile the blossoms still clingAboutHey! I'm Claire. I have been writing for a while, but I always refused to let anyone see it. I've just recently begun actually showing people, so bear with my writing. more..Writing
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