What am I ?A Poem by MandaBeartry and guessIn a battle of rage or a simple walk down memory lane; we generally discover a world unknown.
Of all the adventures i have been on, I like most of them.
The laughter from the ones who look is a great joy you hear.
The hatred that I feel when people rip me apart because they don't like what they see hurts me.
In my day, they walked right past me before they look inside my many souls.
Seeing people walk b and not notice me makes me want to cry.
While the earth keeps moving by I still stand in the very same spot that I was rested I wasn't needed.
I only see the light for a while but its worth it; So people can see what i have to offer.
But, I am happy yo day that what is inside will always remain until the soft touch of a tear hits the very fabric of that i am made.
The thought of being carried around and seeing new things is a great pleasure if you just open up and look inside. © 2016 MandaBearAuthor's Note
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10 Reviews Added on February 8, 2011 Last Updated on December 30, 2016 Tags: guess, what, all around, poem, poetry Author
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