who am IA Poem by porkchopsDead lines meaningless truths words that spill out across a page disclose the anger within.
You express with a facade built to conceal the reality, but the words can trick you they scratch at the mortar to tear down your wall.
The game of the idiot is hard to maintain the antagonist, the uncaring and self assured the path you choose is not so easy to follow to be alone without leash to ground you. © 2012 porkchopsAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on August 28, 2012 Last Updated on August 29, 2012 AuthorporkchopsTelford, Shropshire, United KingdomAboutI am a male and at present live in the U.K. I have not had a great education and have suffered with dyslexia all my life. I have been reluctant to share with others what I write for fear of my awful g.. more..Writing
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