My Final PleaA Poem by Nicole_CianciOf all of the things that I wanted to say Nothing came out right Not 'till today Everyone thinks that I am just fine Because of the "help" And all of the time Because of the hurt and being pushed around Because of the pressure I scream without any sound The blood from my veins create an awful stain The streets run red it seems But I cannot hide the everlasting shame I'm forced to play hide and seek So with this last plea I resign With this final note I commit my suicide. Nicole Cianci
© 2013 Nicole_CianciAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on June 19, 2013 Last Updated on June 19, 2013 Tags: poem, culture, pressure, fitting in, society AuthorNicole_CianciSan Diego, CAAboutHey guys :3 I'm Nicole or Nikki Cianci (it's my pen-name) and I'm 15 and I love to write. I've tried all the other teen writing sites and decided to give this a try. Let's make magic. Bye now! more..Writing
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