S.P.E.A.K.A Poem by alienkidSometimes the people that speak the least have the most to say.As I wipe my tired eyes, I look back on my day, I begin to realize, I had a lot to say,
But I hardly ever speak, I never say a word, Not even a peep, But I want my voice heard,
I blend in with the crowd, I fade into the masses, I never think out loud, In any of my classes,
As I sit down with this man, He tells me its all right He tells me of a plan, To help me sleep at night,
He pulls up my sleeve, And notices the slashes, Then I turn to leave, But I can't secape the gashes,
I run down the street, With no where to go, Everything was neat, But my mind is out of control,
Finally, I come to a stop, I'm at this beautiful bridge, I'm standing at the very top, The river below makes me cringe,
Now I'm standing on the ledge, To the railing I hung, Then I let go of the edge, Screaming at the top of my lungs
© 2008 alienkidAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on November 12, 2008 AuthoralienkidMadtown, OHAboutI'm just your average kid i love: my family my friends making people laugh circles music newsaper staff marching band to drive aliens spiderman starbucks book stores def leppard science fiction hor.. more..Writing
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