Remade batte scarA Poem by jamalafter looking at some poems in writerscafe and some rewies. I got some real good ideas how to remake this poem.
The Confliction from inside,is where my true insanity resides,
it divides me into three parts,the enemy of my enemy Is the friend of my art! They look at me as an outlaw,before even getting to know me So how can you brand me as a blackstar!? I close my eyes and imagine, freedom from all types of pain Only to find hateful eyes in another person, that screams out my name! So how would you treat a wounded dog, that's hateful from the pain of his battle scar He holds death and pain in one bullet, to take another persons life. I wish you wouldn't. Someday I wish that could go through the pain as you did, to truly understand! You where alone, and bullied in school, yet I saw no helping hand. And I know I wasn't alone, others stood by and we where watching as you where frozen out in the cold. It had to end, some of us stood by you and ended up being your friend. The letters you showed me was work of art,the letters where about mostly death, they were truly dark, they had a lot of death, but change over time to life.it came as a surprise, when the gloomy kid cracked a smile © 2012 jamalAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on November 27, 2012 Last Updated on December 26, 2012 AuthorjamalSwedenAboutHi my name is Jamal, welcome to my page, take the time to read some of my work. Enjoy! more..Writing
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